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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]

[And Stella goes inside with a nod, already looking around for a table. Somewhere not too secluded, but not too out in the open, either. Hmmm... Ah, here we go. She'll head on over to one of the booths, then.]

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[Asch pauses for a moment, getting a feel for the place first - and like a true soldier, checking for exits and ambush points D| - before following her over and sitting down. It's a bit weird; he honestly can't remember ever doing something like this.]

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[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

[Once a soldier always a soldier, eh. D| Once Asch puts the basket on the table, she gestures to it while hiding a smile behind her other hand - one of anticipation.]

You can open it now.

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[Asch lifts a brow at her expression, but rather than commenting he just pulls the basket closer and opens it up.

...

There's a chicken.]

...Isn't that a lot for just two people?

[NOT WHAT YOU SAY WHEN SOMEONE COOKS YOU DINNER, ASCH]

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[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

[Stella still grins, though, because while that's not the reaction she was expecting, it's still amusing to her. She even chuckles a little as she waves her hand at the basket.]

Well, I was planning on letting you have what's left if you liked it enough!

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You should take it- you're the one with a family to feed. [He wouldn't really protest though, because a) he likes chicken, and b) hell if it doesn't smell delicious. Meanwhile, he'll be pulling it out of the basket and getting some plates to dish it out.]

[baka-jyanai.livejournal.com]

Can you draw a snowman?

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[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

Oh, they have plenty of food. Didn't you see me bringing it all home earlier?

[She just folds her hands in her lap and lets him do that. There's a couple of plastic cups in there and a bottle of water, too, since she's not sure what kind of drink he might like.]

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[forkimlasca.livejournal.com]

I am resting.

Good. Now, I won't keep you.

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[chiisaichou.livejournal.com]

[Miyabi stares as he lifts his sleeve up, and her eyes widen a little in surprise. She glances from the beads back to Asch's face, confused and perhaps a bit grateful. He didn't throw them away...]

Why did you keep them? You said you didn't like those kinds of things.

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[Rrgh. She has a point there. But his nature demands resistance 8|a ...First he'll serve it up though, and pour the water. He's not going to require fancy-pants drinks, after all.

With the food out of the way, though, he's... a bit at a loss.]

...Now what?

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I don't. [Okay, that came out more harshly than he'd intended, so he takes a deep breath and tries again.] ...I don't. But after you left, I thought about it, and... anyway, it's not like it hurts anyone to wear it. If something good comes of it, then that's enough, right?

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[Heeeeesitate.]

I can stay for a little while, if you want. [He doesn't want to interrupt her reading, but she's stuck up here on her own and UGH WHY DOES HE SUCK AT THIS.]

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[forkimlasca.livejournal.com]

Well, I would enjoy the company. But I wouldn't want to interrupt your day.

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[....What]

I don't have any reason to draw a snowman.

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I'm just- [Trying to avoid killing his stupid replica-] ...I needed to get out, that's all.

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[chiisaichou.livejournal.com]

...You don't have to push yourself for my sake, Asch. [This time, Miyabi doesn't sound irritated or harsh - just honest and sincere. He came all this way to try and make amends, right? She should at least do the same.] But you're right, and I do hope something good comes from it. ...And I would like for you to wear them.

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[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

We eat. We talk. Just like we always do.

[Come on, Asch, it's not that hard! Stella won't tease about it, though, only smile and start what she suggested - eating. Thankfully, the restaurant provides silverware at the tables, so no getting our hands dirty.]

[baka-jyanai.livejournal.com]

Oh, sorry, um...

Can you PLEASE draw a snowman?

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[forkimlasca.livejournal.com]

Are you all right?

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[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

[YAY ♥ ]

Then I'll make sure I'm well rested.

[Flops back onto his back again, hands behind his head and ankles crossed.]

Enjoy yourself.

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["Always"... easier said than done. But the easy bit is the eating, so he'll just follow her lead.

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...It's good. [omg chicken is amazing.]

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Wh- that's not what I meant!

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I already told you, I don't believe in it, or anything else, the way you do. I'll wear it if you can accept that.

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...Yeah. You too. [He's not exactly positive on that, but... well. It's Stella. She'll probably make him feel awkwardly happy for some inexplicable reason.

So off he goes.]