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I'm looking for an experienced weapon-based fighter who's not afraid to risk their life in a spar. I prefer swordsmen, but what I need right now is someone who can attack from a distance, dodge effectively, and defend themselves.

I won't lie and say it isn't dangerous. Don't offer if you're afraid of getting hurt.

...That's it.


[Go go awkward! And since Asch is just itching to get out of the house - awkward home situation is awkward - he'll be spending most of the afternoon/evening in the bar, practicing his drink mixes and trying to get a better feel for bartending. He's feeling just as socially clumsy as ever but a recent confidence boosting has him sort of... cheerful. Well, his version of cheerful, which is more or less just >:| with less > but hey. Baby steps. He's up for bothering and might actually be decently talkative. ....Just don't hold your breath.]

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[dissonates]

[Asch glances sidelong at him, then shakes his head.] Probably not until morning. ...I've got something to do. [brb not mentioning the pre-arranged sparring session at 3am.]

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[Good thing he doesn't have to, since Guy will be waiting outside the door for when he leaves the bar. Legato business and all.]

Hmm...all right then. Good night, Asch.

[dissonates]

[AH GUY YOU'RE A BASTARD. But good for him :|b Asch just waves him off and goes to wash the glass. How's he supposed to focus his hyperresonance with Guy around?]

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[IS GUY THAT DISTRACTING?

Anyway he'll be prowling around outside the bar all night, because like hell he's going to leave dear boyfriend alone when there is a crazy person stalking one of his employees who can kill with his mind. Once Asch leaves to lock up he'll find Guy sitting on a bench across the street, watching the bar from a distance.]

[dissonates]

[IT'S BEEN KNOWN TO HAPPEN

Asch locks up a little earlier than usual; if he wants to make it to the mountain's edge by 3am, he'll have to hoof it, after all. So focused is he on getting there that he doesn't even notice Guy's presence at first.]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

[Cool, then Guy will just wait for Asch to scamper on his way and then follow him. He doesn't make much of an effort to conceal himself though.]

[dissonates]

[Since he doesn't have eyes in the back of his head, Asch is quickly aware of his little stalker but not who it is. So after a few moments he whips around, sword unsheathing to point it at... oh. Guy.]

...What the hell are you doing?

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[Hands up.] Following you.

[dissonates]

Why? [Which is more or less what he meant, since the following bit was obvious. He doesn't like having an extra shadow, Guy B|]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

Because I'm worried. [Duh.]

[dissonates]

[....Dammit, so much for sneaking off.]

We only live a few minutes away from the bar. I can take care of myself.

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

But you're not going home, right? Since you said I wouldn't see you until morning.

[dissonates]

Yeah, well, I changed my mind.

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

Oh good. Then let's walk together.

[dissonates]

[Goddamn, Guy. He'll be fuming all night at this rate.]

Fine, whatever.

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

Are you angry that I waited for you? [Guy jogs a few steps to catch up with Asch and matches his pace.]

[dissonates]

I'm annoyed. I don't need a babysitter- you should worry about the replica.

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

Luke wasn't the one working the bar tonight. [Really, he's not all that worried about hyperresonance; mostly just Legato. He should probably learn more about it considering who he associates with.]

[dissonates]

[Considering it's what Guy was warning him about earlier, it's not long before Asch realizes that's what his concern is. Hm... slightly less annoying now, perhaps, but still annoying.]

It's not like you being with me is going to help, if what you say is true.

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

Wow, thanks. You sure know how to boost someone's confidence.

[Not that Guy wasn't aware of that already.]

[dissonates]

You want me to lie and say you'll make all the difference? That us dying together would somehow be better?

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

Are you saying that would be worse?

[dissonates]

I am.

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

[Guy laces his fingers together and hooks them at the back of his neck, looking away.]

Hm.

[dissonates]

You said it was like the curse slot. What if he made us kill each other?