Asch the Bloody (
dissonates) wrote2011-01-16 02:39 am
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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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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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Do you need something?
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[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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Not as much as you. [Are you cooking for the entire village or something. D|]
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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.]
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[Action] Now how come I didn't get this
[Action] /blames lj like always
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[Drawn | Voice] - Placeholder because it's 5am. |Db
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
Idle conversation or compliments aren't his strong spots.]
...We need to talk.
[Voice] I'll probably do the same tonight. |Db
Where are you?
[Voice] well maybe if you stopped staring at panties all night...
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.
[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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whenever he's done with Stellalater, 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.][Action]
Thank you very much.]
Welcome home.
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What are you doing there?
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Reading a book.
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Hello Asch.
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Are you busy right now?
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