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[Action / ...sort of Voice] forward-dated to morning

[So Asch's hyperresonance has been giving him issues since his return, which has made for some interesting new decor in house #5 - like the hole in his bedroom, giving him a nice view of the hallway - but he's been slowly getting it back, at least to the point where it's been manageable. But every now and then he has these little bursts, for various reasons. Like this morning, when he gets up to make coffee. Gets coffee grinds in his face. Sneezes.

And subsequently blasts a massive hole through the roof of house #5. Oops?

Thus, within a few hours, Asch is up on the roof with some materials, banging away at making something of a repair with his grand construction skills. That is to say, he's pretty much making a mess into a bigger mess. ...Not to mention completely failing to realize that houses regenerate when damaged. AWESOME LOGIC IS GO!

His journal's in his belt, so a particularly clumsy swing and bump of the arm ends up recording a few loud bangs and a stream of cussing worthy of the sailor.]

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[Fontech, it's FONTECH I say 8| ...wait that would be Guy's line]

Tea's fine. [He retrieves the ingredients for the riceballs, vainly wishing he was better at conversation. Not for the first or last time, either.] ...How do you eat riceballs, anyway? You're so- [...T-tiny. Shit, he can't say that.]

[But that requires some kind of electrical pulse I bet! Or something. Gdmit, Auldrant mechanics...]

Okay, do you have a pot? And what kind would you like? [She can Bloom up some tea leaves easy. Teabags are for sissies.]

... [B|] We poncles make do. If you ever shrink, Master Asch, maybe I won't laugh at you too much, and show you a few things.

Doesn't matter what flavour. Just don't make it sweet. [Bitter tea for a bitter person. It's fitting.] ...If something happens and I end up shrinking, I'm blaming you.

A black tea should do nicely, then. [She takes out her sword, hums, and drops three large, black dots on the counter. With little pops, some tea leaves literally sprout from the counter top itself, and Miyabi picks them.] The teapot should be warmed before brewing, and the tea leaves need to steep in water close to boiling for roughly four minutes.

[Taken out of her tirade about proper tea preparation, the girl snorts loudly and laughs, hopping up and down happily.] I'll gladly take the blame for that. You never know, that Mallet may still be on the loose somewhere. You should be extra careful, Master Asch~

[....

She gets a look for that one.]

If you ever find that mallet, you'd better keep it the hell away from me.

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[Okay, that's just funny. Miyabi laughs loudly and grins. The thought of Asch, her size, struggling to get around, getting chased by the Luceti wildlife...that was priceless. She laughs for a good minute or two, holding her stomach.]

Hahahaha! You'd make the worst poncle ever!! [Okay, okay, breathe.] Hehe...but I promise. Though you'll be in trouble if the Malnosso shrink you, Master Asch. And you can't blame me for that, though I won't lie - I will laugh at you.

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They wouldn't dare! [Right? Right? It serves no purpose! Really!]

[She grins broadly, wickedly, clearly entertained by his sudden distress. Ahaha...these people have no idea how difficult it is to be her size. They wouldn't last a one hour.]

And what's to stop them? You know, if that ever does happen, I think I may be rather pleased with the Malnosso.

[WOMAN IF YOU ARE THE CAUSE OF THIS- NO, IT WILL NEVER HAPPEN. NO. HE REFUSES.]

Why the hell would you be happy about something like that? It sounds humiliating!

[IF IT REALLY HAPPENS, SHE'LL LAUGH SO HARD. And maybe a feel a little bad. A little. For a second. But she will make good on her word and help Asch out, since she considers him a friend.]

Because you people need to view the world from a different angle! And take a walk in someone else's shoes! Maybe you'll realize just how hard it is being my size...and how fun it can be, too, heh.

And it'd just be fun to watch.

[You're a terrible, terrible person, Miyabi.]

I've already been in someone else's shoes. I'm not interested in repeating it. It's not fun, either!

[Shut up and eat your riceball.

Miyabi blinks, stopping in her journey to find a teapot. She was still carrying the tealeaves, too.] Oh? What do you mean? Hehe, and it can be lots of fun if you make it so! You learn so much more and gain knowledge and wisdom, and experience the life of another. It was fun being big when I was, but I couldn't do things I like when I'm small - like fly. It was scary at frst, but I think I got used to it.

...So long as the birds don't try to eat me.

[HE HASN'T MADE THEM YET 8| Speaking of which, he'll focus on that since he loathes where this conversation going. Since it's his job to murder enthusiasm and bury it ten feet under.]

It isn't fun when it's your life being stolen.

[GOD, YOU'RE SO SLOW, ASCH. NO TIP. B| ...Killjoy. Miyabi's smile drops to one of confusion and concern. She puts the tealeaves down on the counter and hops over to Asch, leaping up his arm and onto his shoulder to speak with him better.]

It was an experiment, wasn't it? Did something bad happen? ...Uhm, I'm sorry...for bringing it up.

[Asch's expression hardens at that, crushing a riceball together rather vehemently.]

Forget it. It's no one's business.

Friends tend to make it their business.

[She wasn't being forceful, or pushy, just honest. If Asch chose to tell her or not, it was his decision. For now, though, she'll just sit on his shoulder and watch him ~~mutilate~~ prepare that particular riceball.]

[Asch slaughters the hell out of another riceball, remaining silent for the moment. This isn't a story easily won out of him.]

[The silence that persists is long and heavy, only broken by a quiet sigh and sudden and odd demand from the poncle.]

Hold out your arm and pull back the sleeve.

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Excuse me?

Please?

[Sigh, fine. You better not do anything weird.]

[And down, down, down she leaps, landing daintily on Asch's arm. Miyabi hums in thought and kneels, taking out her brush and painting something on his exposed skin:

信頼感]

[......

Miyabi, that may be considered weird.]

What's that? [And why is it on my arm.]

[...Next time she's drawing on his face. B|]

Shinrai. It means 'trust' in my language. ...You can wash it off if you don't like it.

[...Trust...? She trusts him? Wants him to trust her...?

He doesn't really know what to say to that, gazing down at the letters and pressing his fingers against the skin beneath it. Trust...

Who does he trust?]

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