[Action]

[dissonates]

[After rescuing Nephry from a sudden splashdown at the lake, Asch is understandably soaked. The return to the village had dried him off somewhat, but nothing felt better than a fresh change of clothes, so he was about to head in to do just that when the bushes by the door suddenly threw up a campfire.

...Wait, what?

A bit of frenzied digging around and a well-placed Icicle Rain later, Asch heads into the house with a little orange cheagle clinging to his head, one looking rather irritated while the other cheerily "mieu mieu"'s every other step. Someone should probably get it away from him before he explodes. Or gets set on fire. Whatever comes first.]

Comments

[dissonates]

The old man's not here though, so his cheagle showing up makes no sense.

[300yrswandering.livejournal.com]

Huh... Really?

... Maybe it recognizes someone else as it's master?

[dissonates]

[Asch opens his mouth to answer, then flips the cheagle into the air before it has a chance to breathe fire in his face. He catches it as it comes back down, head facing outwards so the fire blasts harmlessly into the air in front of him.]

Dammit, I said stop that already! ...The replica's cheagle is blue, who the hell are you, anyway!?

[The cheagle just chirps - mieu mieu! and squirms.]

[300yrswandering.livejournal.com]

[DSHFJDSHF] W-whoa! [DID THAT THING JUST BREATH FIRE?!]

[dissonates]

[Oh, right, Ted wouldn't know about the whole fire-breathing thing. Whoops.] ...You should probably keep your distance.

[300yrswandering.livejournal.com]

... Thanks for the warning. [Scoots away now. Watching you from a distance.]

[dissonates]

[Asch lifts the cheagle, still annoyed, and resists the urge to give it a thorough shake.] Stop breathing fire and I'll put you down, got it? [He waits for the cheagle's affirmative, then puts it back down, straightening up and crossing his arms. ...What the hell does he do with it now?]

[300yrswandering.livejournal.com]

... What are you planning to do with him now?

[dissonates]

Nothing, it's not mine. [And to make that fact clear, he tries to shoo it off. ...Go on, shoo. OI, CHEAGLE. SHOO.

...Why isn't it leaving. It's just. Staring at him. With big, wibbly eyes.

...

H... he wants to pet it.]

[300yrswandering.livejournal.com]

[He raises an eyebrow at both of them. So much staring.]

[dissonates]

[....And this is about where Asch turns his glare on Ted. Why are you still here? Why are you just standing there, staring at him? GO AWAY, TED.

.....go away so he can pet the cute cheagle without anyone seeing it happen arrrrghhhhhh...]

[300yrswandering.livejournal.com]

[See Asch. See cheagle. See Asch. See cheagle.

...


Ooooh~!] So that's how it is.

[dissonates]

[KJSHFJHKJFDKJFD WHAT IS THAT FACE] Wh-what are you talking about!?

[300yrswandering.livejournal.com]

You know, you don't have to be so embarrassed about it. I'm sure a lot of people would find it really cute.

[dissonates]

[...................]

It's not cute.

[300yrswandering.livejournal.com]

You don't think so?

[dissonates]

N... no. [Yes.]

[300yrswandering.livejournal.com]

[Just grinning.]

[dissonates]

[No. NO. BAD TED. STOP GRINNING LIKE THAT.

And Star decides this would be the perfect time to jump on Asch's head.

...Oh, great. Now he feels and looks ridiculous.]

[300yrswandering.livejournal.com]

[PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT Ted bursts out laughing at that, way too amused. Damn, Asch.] He really likes you, huh?

[dissonates]

[Asch glowers at Ted, pondering the merits of using the cheagle as a projectile weapon. It could backfire, but if he used it right...] He's probably mistaking me for the replica like everyone else.

[300yrswandering.livejournal.com]

Replica? [Oookay stopping the laughing now.]

[dissonates]

[Asch reaches up to pluck the cheagle now, but Star spits out a bit of flame at his hand, so with a hiss, he gives up.] ...a New Feather, Luke. He looks just like me.

[300yrswandering.livejournal.com]

Oh, I know him. I thought he was your brother or something.

[dissonates]

[....]

He's definitely not my brother.