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[After getting violently ejected from his own house, Asch has set up temporary shop in Good Spirits until he figures out where to go (and whether or not to try and evict Guy and get his house back). Since Guy apparently hit his head and can't even remember working there, Asch is hoping that the bar will be the last place he'll have to worry about running into Guy again. And it's not like dealing with the shop is particularly hard; all you have to do is pour drinks and listen to people's griping, and what good is a replica if he can't do that in Asch's place? ...The listening part, anyway. Floating glasses of alcohol might give people the wrong idea.

So in short, Asch will be doing two things today: shopping and carrying groceries back to the bar to stock up, or hanging out in the bar and trying not to attempt to murder his invisible companion. Stupid drecks and their attempts at impressing him. He's not really used to being around a lot of people, so he easily forgets that he's the only one who can see Luke. Thus:]

I already told you to keep your feet on the ground. You could at least pretend to be normal.

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Shut up! Stop doing that, I don't need help.

[....]

Just be quiet already!!

[...Yeah he's a little crazy in public this week.]

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I already told you I don't need any help. Go find someone else to use as your guinea pig.

Hmph... My apologies, but until your replica deems it fit to be dragged here as well, I'm afraid I cannot find another isofon to closely monitor. But all right, if you want to be stubborn, so be it. Don't expect my help when you need it!

[Asch just ignores her this time; talking to Dist is like dealing with a broken record on a player that won't stop trying to turn. It's pointless to argue.]

[~~STOP IGNORING MEEEE!~~ Dist glares at Asch when she's so obviously ignored and takes finishes off her drink, pushing the glass forward for a refill.

It was difficult talking to Asch, and Dist never was one to seek out anyone company, especially those she disliked. So she'll just sit here quietly and mull a few things over in her head and wait for Asch to refill her glass. Chop, chop.]

[Asch refills her glass, fine, just fine. And then goes back to ignoring her, because HELLO DIST, HE HATES YOU. In case you missed the memo.]

[THE FEELING IS MUTUAL. If you weren't such an interesting research topic, though, Dist wouldn't throw you a second glance. She sips her drink, watching the boy silently, then breaks the calm between them with a small, sharp command.]

A pencil and some paper, if you have them.

[You and your research >:| Asch lifts a brow at her, wanting to ignore the order but not wanting to have to deal with Dist's griping, then sifts around through the cupboards before emerging and passing over a pad of paper and a pencil he'd found. Luckily the bar is reasonably stocked for little things like that.]

[Dist takes both items with a quiet thanks - she is a lady after all - and instantly begins to write, leaning her face on the back of one hand. She'll take a sip of her drink and glance at Asch every now and then, but otherwise is staying wonderfully quiet.

Feel like you're being watched, Asch? Because you are.]

[He does notice that; only an idiot wouldn't. And he tries vainly to ignore it, because dammit Dist, you are so ANNOYING. Ignoring, ignoring... ignoring... ignoring...!

....

Goddammit.] What the hell are you staring at me for?

[Only an idiot, eh? 8) Dist will just grin maliciously over the rim of her drink as she takes another sip, pausing as she was writing something.]

Do you want the truth or a poorly thought up lie?

[... B| Whatever. Asch glares at her, arms crossing.]

Coming from you, it's hard to tell one from the other.

To a simpleton, perhaps! You all simply don't understand my genius. But, I was simply observing you, if you must know. And reciting a few things about fomicry and isofons from what I recall. I'll have to study the libraries wares on texts pertaining to this to aid in my research, if they're available.

You're such a poor sample, Asch. You hardly sit still, it's a wonder I don't beat you over the head one day to look at you!

I'm not a goddamned sample, I'm a person, since you're too much of a selfish bastard to realize it. I'm never going to be your lab rat again, so don't even try it.

...My humblest apologies. [Sincerity? There is none. However--] Selfish, yes, but don't think I'm not doing you a favor here as well, boy! I want to know more about isofons and your incredible connection to the seventh fonon, and I assume you want to live, correct? The sooner you agree to it, the sooner we can be rid of eachother for good.

Besides-- [She takes a sips of her drink and narrows her eyes at Asch.] --without my machines here, there's little I can do other than a meager physical examination. Blood work, heart rate, things of that nature. Basic, but all I can do at present.

If I want a checkup I'll see a doctor. There's a real one at the clinic these days, I've heard. Why would I bother taking your offer?

I know more about human physiology than any of those half-witted imbeciles! My research in replication more or less called for me to have a heightened knowledge of the human body. And though it's not necessarily a medical title, I am a doctor, you fool!! [She huffs, crossing her arms rather childishly over her chest.]

You should take my offer because you may not have another chance to truly understand what's wrong with you, Asch. And I don't care for stubborn children like yourself. I may not offer my esteemed talents again, you know!

I've already told you before - twice - my body is healthy. There's nothing wrong with me, so I don't need your help! Just shut up about it already!

[SIGH. Dist rubs her temple and looks down at her notes.] "Specimen shows extreme loss of intellect and unwillingness to comply to basic medical tests. Also acts ignorant to body conditions in regards to replication".

Thank you for the drink, it was wonderful. [She sighs, gathers her things, and stands up.] Let Guy know I was here. Also, when you're willing to accept my aid, or on the verge of death, I ask that you seek me out. I have no time to argue these matters with one so utterly thick-skulled!

[Asch glares after her for a moment. He's supposed to accept help from him- no, her? What the hell? After everything Dist did to him? That's it.]

Even if you did examine me, just to let me know how oh-so fragile my body apparently is, what the hell do you think you're going to do for me? Tell me what's going to start failing first? Guess at how long I've got left? You can't stop it, no one can! All you can do is give me a life sentence. I don't need that kind of cheap favour!

[She stops on her way out, not looking back at Asch after his little outburst. After what seems like forever of silence, she looks over her shoulder and smiles, despite the grim conversation topic.]

...Clever boy. No, there's nothing to be done about your condition from what I presently know. That's why I want to study you, Asch. To truly test if there's no way to reverse or slow down the effects of the Big Bang. It's my duty as a scientist.

[The smile is somewhat disarming, and he blinks at first, startled by it. That was bizarre.

...Wait this is Dist, he hates Dist.]

Your duty should be to stay the hell out of my life; you've already made it miserable enough with your meddling.

[Dist snears, and crosses her arms over her chest.] If you're searching for an apology, I suggest you look harder. And for your information, it was not my intent to experiment on you specifically, but what's done is done. Your life is now more or less my responsibility to monitor, much to my constant annoyance...however, so do expect further "meddling" on my part.

I will be back after I've reviewed the basics on fomicry. Do try not to die before then, my boy.

[Asch clenches his teeth, turning away and not deigning to respond to that one. God damn you, Dist. Why does the one person who knows about fomicry have to be him?]

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