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[Voice / Action] backdated to the 24th due to vacationing, sob.

[Not that he's told anyone, but the 24th is a pretty important date. It's left Asch in kind of a weird mood. Between this and the upcoming draft ~~shut up I know I'm late~~ he's venturing ever so slightly out of his usual "ignore everyone" shell. You may now die of shock.]

...How old do you have to be on your world before you're considered an adult? Is there some kind of party or ceremony you have to go through?

[He'll probably be hanging out in the bar for the rest of the evening, being his usual quiet self, though he's oddly calm today. If there's ever a time to meet him without losing a head, this is it. :|]

[ooc: originally I wanted to be here to do this on time, but life conspired, so it is late. :c for the record, this takes place BEFORE the draft. For those unfamiliar with the Abyss world, one's 20th birthday is v. important, and Auldrant's year is actually 700+ days long, and... yeah, I was a colossal geek and figured out what day would be Asch's 20th. tl;dr he's old now.]

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Then make one up or something. You're good at that, aren't you?

I will, I will. That's why I need a little time.

...you really don't want to celebrate your birthday somehow?

...I don't know. I haven't done it for years. Why bother starting now?

[Guy slides into the booth across from Asch.]

Because you aren't the same person as you've been for those eight years.

[Asch falls silent for a moment at that. Once upon a time he'd deny it, or question it- the fact that he doesn't... that alone means that Guy is right. He is different. And they both know it.

What would he have done back then...?]

...When I was little... Mother made sure that I spent the day with her as much as possible, no matter how sick she was. I sat with her in bed and we played cards until dinner. The cook made a chicken parmesan and Mother got Father and Natalia to eat with us. [Another pause.] ...It was the only day that I knew I'd see my family, no matter what.

[Guy folds his hands atop the table, pursing his lips.]

...I'm sorry I can't give them to you here, Asch.

[He shakes his head.]

It's fine. I don't think that's what I want anymore. [Not after everything that's happened. Not with how he is with his father. And Natalia...

...It would hurt too much.]

Can we do that, though? Just... [Be a family.] Stay home. Invite someone. Dinner. That's all.

[Yeah...probably the only one welcome would be Mama Fabre, huh?

Guy smiles at the request, though.] Sounds perfect.

Who do you want to invite?

[Oh, crap.]

I-I don't know, don't ask me. You have more friends than I do.

Asch, you're the one who suggested we invite someone. We don't have to if you don't want to, but if there's someone you want there then by all means.

[Oh goddammit. IS THERE ANYONF TO INVIIIIITE.]

...It was Nami's suggestion. I was just throwing out ideas.

Did you want to invite Nami?

...And have the two of you tag-team me all night? [That sounds terrifying.]

[Guy's expression says "CAN we?" before he schools himself into something more serious.]

We wouldn't do that.

[Don't think he didn't see that. He knows you.

On the other hand, Nami doesn't know him well enough to tease him the way Guy does, right? ...Right?]

Fine. But if you do, I'm walking out.

...Asch, I don't think you're quite grasping what I'm trying to say here.

[Guy reaches across the table to hold Asch's hands between his own. Maybe if he physically grounds him in reality he'll stay there.]

Do you want Nami to have dinner with us?

[Wh-what. Asch sort of stares down at their joined hands as if to ask, "What the hell was that for?" He does give the question some consideration, though. Does he want Nami there?

Does he want anyone there? He's not exactly Mr. Social. He does know that two people don't make a party, and if Guy's going to all the trouble of doing this, he may as well get some decent company. The fact that Nami seems independent enough to remind him of Natalia sort of helps.]

...I wouldn't... [Care? Mind? Flip his shit and storm off? ...Okay no promises there.] -object.

[Guy drops his face into his palm.

Asch. That is not what he asked.]

[....LISTEN.

....

LISTEN.

Okay look. This is hard. Stop asking him to do hard things like say "yes" to simple questions.

...AND STOP FACEPALMING.]

[OKAY HE'LL STOP FACEPALMING, but only so he can make this expression at you.]

Asch, I don't know how to put it in simpler terms. Do you want it to be just us or not? It's a yes or no question.

[FINE HE'LL MAKE A DECISION, IF ONLY TO MAKE YOU STOP THAT.]

It's always just us. Invite her. [Can he stop making decisions now.]

[You still did exactly what he didn't want you to do okay, so now he's making this decision using his amazing Aschsense.]

No, I think it should just be us.