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[dissonates]

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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[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?

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

Well, that's a possibility.

[dissonates]

All the more reason to not always be so close.

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

Are you trying to get rid of me? Just say the word, and I'll run on home.

[dissonates]

I doubt that.

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

What? Look, when I lie I'm at least creative with my wording. Where is there a loophole in that?

[dissonates]

There must be a trick to it. There usually is.

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

There isn't. If you really want me to go, I'll go.

[dissonates]

[Asch considers that for a moment.]

...I'll walk back with you. But I'm going out again, and I don't want you following me anymore.

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

[Guy holds up a hand to stop him, taking a step away and back toward the path for their house.]

Don't bother. I can get home on my own.

[Annnd jogging off.]

[dissonates]

[FINE BE THAT WAY. Asch glares after him and stalks off towards the mountains. Oh yeah, he's totally mature.]