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[It's morning, and Asch is paying a visit to the smithy to look into getting his Maestro sword sharpened; it's been a while, and you can only do so much without giving it a proper filing. While he's there waiting for his request to be processed - or waiting for a free spot in the workshop to do it himself if necessary - he browses around the store at the new arrivals, wanting to check on what kinds of blades have shown up. And that's about when he stumbles upon something he definitely wasn't expecting to see.

So within a few hours, Asch can be found heading home through the snow with two swords, one at his hip and the other simply carried by his side, though he's careful with it, as if it's some kind of sacred weapon. He's looking for someone specific, but feel free to stop him en route to House 5 if you're around.]

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[Guy doesn't have a good rebuttal for that; his eyes dart from side-to-side as he attempts to find some thread of logic, something, anything to get Asch to go away but he can't.

There isn't anything.

He yanks again, his expression crumpling into something more trapped and maybe even a bit afraid.]

Let go- Please let me go-!

I won't! [Asch holds Guy's hand so tightly his nails are digging into the skin, but he doesn't care. He needs Guy to stay, and he doesn't know what might happen if he lets go.] I won't let go, and I won't leave you. Guy, it's okay.

[Okay.

Okay.

Asch's fingernails make Guy flinch and his eyes slide to the side, staring down at the ground. He has to calm down; there isn't an easy out to this situation so he has to make one. The first step is to calm down.]

Right.

It's okay. ...I'm okay. I'm sorry.

...No lying. [It's a precaution more than an accusation; Asch's expression is wary but somewhat relieved, now that Guy's finally settling down.] You can say whatever you need to say, but don't lie.

[Guy's jaw clenches; he doesn't say anything.]

[That silence is pretty telling. Asch relaxes his grip on Guy's hand a little, one hand letting go and rising to touch Guy's face, fingers brushing against his hair.]

I meant what I said. I'm glad you told me.

[Guy pulls away from Asch's hand, but leans forward until his forehead is resting upon Asch's shoulder.]

Asch just...shut up. [Guy's free hand reaches up to hold onto the bottom hem of Asch's shirt.]

[Well, alright. Asch just shuts up.

He also lifts his arms and pulls Guy into a firm embrace, body language all but daring him to try and wrestle out of this one. It didn't seem as likely, though.]

[Not this time, no. Guy is exhausted, so he just kneels there with his head on Asch's shoulder. He doesn't move for quite some time; it seems if Asch wants to get a response, he'd have to look for one.]

Edited 2010-11-20 23:21 (UTC)

[Asch doesn't want to disturb him, so he remains like that for a long while, holding him close and stroking his hair. Eventually, though, he reaches his limit, shifting slightly and murmuring into Guy's ear.]

...Guy?

[Guy responds almost immediately; he pulls back and pushes himself up to his feet, his hand on Asch's shoulder.]

Sorry.

I think I need to be alone for a while.

[Which is a good thing, admittedly, since Asch's legs were starting to fall asleep. He pushes lightly on the chair to straighten up, trying not to wince, and lightly taps his toes against the floor a few times. He's not sure if it's such a good idea to leave him alone, but he's pushed Guy enough today already. Time to let him be.]

...Tell me if you need anything.

Edited 2010-11-21 01:19 (UTC)

[Guy's hand leaves Asch's shoulder and he makes a noncommittal sound before turning and heading out of Asch's room. His door down the hallway clicks shut...and then clicks again as it locks.]

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