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[Asch is hoping that a certain someone will get the message, but he doesn't lock it or anything. If she ignores it, it's not like he has to acknowledge it later.

...That's Asch-logic, anyway.

Message sent, though, Asch won't be sticking around the house too much today. With Luke hacking up a lung every few minutes, there's no point in trying to rest there. He'll check on Natalia first- whether she's at home or still recovering in the battle dome hospital, though whether she's in the dome or not he'll get some training done. His simulation involves being hopelessly outnumbered in a very white room full of intricate statues. And he leaves very disgruntled. (Why does he do this crap to himself, seriously.)

...He'll also raid the medical cabinets for sleeping pills, though for Luke or himself, who can tell?

On the way home he'll spend some time in the plaza picking up supplies. All in all it's a very uninteresting day in the life of Asch the Bloody.]

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[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

[Guess who's also out in the plaza? Stella has a list of things to get for the household, and she already has a basket with supplies in it... but she's got a lot more to go. Not to mention stopping by the general store to see if there's anything interesting to pick up... hmm.

But hey, wasn't that long red hair she saw out of the corner of her eye? Upon further investigation - it is! She smiles and shifts the basket hanging on her arm to a more comfortable spot, then heads over to greet him.]

Asch!

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[Asch glances back; he hadn't expected anyone to interrupt him. He relaxes somewhat when he sees who it is, though.]

Do you need something?

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[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

No, not particularly. [Once she reaches his side, Stella pauses, then holds up the list in her hand with a helpless smile.] Well, except for a whole list of things...

[Said list has what most grocery lists would have - merely the necessities. Food, other little things they may need, LOTS of baking ingredients... and a note to herself to find more dry wood somehow, but that's all.]

... But I'll finish that in my own time. Are you here for the same reason?

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[Asch peers briefly at the list, then shrugs his shoulders slightly.]

Not as much as you. [Are you cooking for the entire village or something. D|]

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[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

[That gets a light chuckle out of her as she drops the list in the basket.]

I have many mouths to feed! [What with Shirley and Fenimore AND Sophie being in the same house, and Stella placing herself in charge of doing most of the chores.]

[baka-jyanai.livejournal.com]

Ooooh that's pretty!

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...It's supposed to be. [He'd be pretty fail if he drew an ugly butterfly.]

[baka-jyanai.livejournal.com]

What else can you draw?

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What? I don't know. Whatever I want. [He wasn't doing it to show off, dammit!]

[baka-jyanai.livejournal.com]

Can you draw a snowman?

[Drawn | Voice] - Placeholder because it's 5am. |Db

[chiisaichou.livejournal.com]

[Message received! Though it takes a while for Miyabi to really get who the message is from.

Once she does get the message, and who it's from, however, it...takes a while for her to respond. What should she say? Should she apologize for overreacting, for getting so mad and insulted? Nnnngh...damn it all, this was making her head hurt way too much.

Finally, she replies, but not in the typical way. A single circle is drawn on the page of her journal before a single, pink cherry blossom pops from where it was drawn in Asch's journal. She heard you loud and clear.]

You draw well.

[Voice] for shame, staying up so late |D

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[Asch taps his pen lightly on the page a few times, considering this. Eyes the cherry blossom. Pauses.

Idle conversation or compliments aren't his strong spots.]

...We need to talk.

[Voice] I'll probably do the same tonight. |Db

[chiisaichou.livejournal.com]

[They did, didn't they? Taking a moment or two to gather if she really wants to, Miyabi closes her eyes and sighs. It was half her fault for overreacting, and she doesn't like staying mad at people, so...]

Where are you?

[Voice] well maybe if you stopped staring at panties all night...

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[...Well, he's at home, but he really doesn't want to talk about this there, so he doesn't exactly answer properly.]

Come to the cherry trees if you're not already there.

[It's a nice, private place. And Amaterasu made it almost... spiritual, right? It's fitting.]

[Voice] YOU CAN'T JUDGE ME.

[chiisaichou.livejournal.com]

Okay, that's fine. I'm fairly close, so I'll see you there. ...Don't rush.

[That last bit was said with a bit more tenderness, and honesty. She really doesn't want him jogging to get to her or something, though she doesn't exactly expect him to, either.

Waiting just another second, the girl closes her journal and tucks it into a pocket in her robe's sleeve before making her way back to the tree. She'll even make Asch's life a little easier and use the mallet so conversation is a little less...awkward.]

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[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

[And Guy will be waiting up for Asch when he gets home. Hey, he can't trust the brat not to just pack up and run off at a moment's notice so he might as well stay alert for the possibility, right?]

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[He'll get home whenever he's done with Stella later, but hopefully not too late, since. Yeah. Groceries. He'll put those away before he goes about doing anything else, unless Guy's waiting in the front hall like a sulking wife.]

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[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

[Excuse you sir, he is not sulking. He's reading.

Thank you very much.]

Welcome home.

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[....Guy's lucky he didn't just jump right out of his pants there.]

What are you doing there?

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[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

... [Guy lifts the book in his hands, like "duh."]

Reading a book.

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[forkimlasca.livejournal.com]

Hello Asch.

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...Mm. [He nods slightly, standing a little awkwardly by the door. His gaze lingers on her leg briefly, concerned, though he doesn't let it show much, before he looks back at her.] Do you need anything?

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[forkimlasca.livejournal.com]

Oh no, nothing right now. But thank you.

Are you busy right now?

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[He shifts slightly again.] I'm going out. [Hence the question. Though she's probably had a hard time, being injured as he is, and with Luke coughing his brains out right next door...]

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[forkimlasca.livejournal.com]

Where are you heading to?