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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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I'm not here to do an art show for people!

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[Rrrm.] I prefer my personal space. [Though at least she's happy again. That's a good thing.]

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[chiisaichou.livejournal.com]

All right then, I'm sorry.

[No, she's not. That little smirk says that Miyabi's totally not sorry at all and may definitely hug him again in the future if she could. But for now, she opens her journal and points to the butterfly Asch drew.]

What kind of butterfly is this? Can I keep it? [The drawing, she means.]

[baka-jyanai.livejournal.com]

Then why'd you draw the butterfly!

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[Asch blinks, then shrugs his shoulders.] It's already in your journal, I can't exactly take it from you. And the butterfly is a gorgonhod swallowtail. They're rare, but they live in the region where I grew up.

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I was trying to send a message! It's none of your business!

[baka-jyanai.livejournal.com]

Well EXCUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSE me!

[Action] Now how come I didn't get this

[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

Hmm... I think I might have to try Guy's cooking sometime. [And see if it's better than hers. Not competitive, nooo.]

[Action] /blames lj like always

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Just come over sometime, he wouldn't care. [Or rather, he'd probably welcome her, but whatever. And that might just count as an invitation.]

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[RRRRGH SHE'S SO ANNOYING. JOURNAL SLAM! B| ]

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[chiisaichou.livejournal.com]

Well, I wanted to ask before I tore it out. ...It's beautiful, you really drew this all by yourself? [She takes another look at the picture, tilting her head to get another angle on it. Asch could draw really well, and he seemed to not even care, or brush it off as nothing. She was almost jealous.]

Hm... Let me see your journal for a second.

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Of course I drew it... [Something wrong with that? Asch furrows his brows, puzzled, then offers his journal out to her without much hesitation. He's curious to see what she wants with it, now.]

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[forkimlasca.livejournal.com]

I wish there was more I could do...

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[chiisaichou.livejournal.com]

And no one taught you how? That's amazing...

[Yeah, she's definitely pouting a little. Asch, you are very talented, and you can't even see it. But thankfully, once she's got his journal, Miyabi can get to work, kneeling down with the journal propped up on her knees.

She begins painting with a small brush she took from a pocket of her robes' sleeve and draws another butterfly (http://www.asahi-net.or.jp/~jy4t-kmn/papil/t97au99m.jpg), relatively close to his, but not close enough to mess up the original. The style is vastly different, and she smiles once she's done, standing up.]

There, now you have something I drew, too. Hehe, it's my butterfly. ...I-I mean, what my cap resembles. It's a Ki-ageha. "Ki" means yellow, and "ageha" means swallowtail.

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[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

[Well, Stella isn't going to pass up this opportunity, so she rests her chin in her hands and sways her legs.]

Oh? Was that an invitation?

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I taught myself. I had enough years for it.

[He watches her draw, studying the butterfly as she names it for him. He can definitely see the resemblance.]

...Why that one?

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Focus on yourself. Guy can look after the replica.

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[Wh- ...oh. Wow, that was an invitation, wasn't it. :|;;]

If... that's what you want. [She knows how to cook such lovely chicken and she wants to eat at his house? Okay then, whatever Stella.]

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[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

[Sometimes it's nice to have people cook for you when you do it all the time. :|]

Of course I do! [Still keeping her chin propped on one hand, Stella takes the fork with her other hand and stabs at the chicken, holding up a piece thoughtfully.]

You know, we live so far away from everyone else... My family and myself. Maybe I should talk them into moving closer.

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I don't know if there are any houses available nearby.

[...That... sounds like he's discouraging her. Damn. Really, he wouldn't mind if she-]

...You should check.

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[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

Mm, I probably will.

[She sighs, though, and lowers the fork a little.]

But, I don't know... the rest of the household seems content with being so removed. [Whereas Stella kind of hates it, considering how much she likes to be near people. Not to mention how long it takes to get to the plaza and back, or to visit her dear friends...]

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Then just move on your own.

[It's stated pretty deadpan- as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.]

Where you live shouldn't depend on them.

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[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

[Oh, Stella can't help but give a helpless smile at that.]

I'm afraid it's not that simple... Sophie's there, as well as Shirley. And Fenimore won't let Shirley go without her.

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It is that simple- Sophie's your kid, and you have the free will to do it if you want it badly enough. You're the one complicating things.

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[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

Maybe I am...

[And finally, she'll eat that piece of chicken she's been waving around, and she looks down at the table thoughtfully. She really does appreciate Asch's brute honesty; it's nice to have someone show her that what she's doing isn't the best idea and turn it around for her.]