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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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[He won't rush, at least - he rarely does around here - but when he does arrive, the first thing he does is lean against one of the trees, glancing around for any sign of Miyabi.]

[Miyabi was indeed there already, and was passing the time with a bit of origami. She hums quietly to herself as she sits in the tree's branches, swinging one leg, before she hears someone approach. Ah, there he was.]

Asch? Watch out, I'm coming down.

[She's not very high up, or too close to him, but there was the snow on the branches he might get splattered with. Miyabi leans her lower half off the branch, and jumps down, landing in a crouched position before standing and straightening her robe and cloak.]

[He glances up, then shifts out of the way before she jumps, dusting off any snow that might fall. He's surprised by her size, but he doesn't comment. She gets huffy if you call her small, anyway.]

[Once she's up on her feet, and looks somewhat presentable, Miyabi looks awkwardly at Asch for a few seconds. Might as well just come out and say it, right? Right.]

Asch, uhm...I-I'm sorry...for overreacting and getting so mad.

[He'll share that awkwardness for a long moment, shifting slightly in the snow. Then, wordlessly, he tugs up a sleeve of his robe to reveal the string of beads she'd given him, tied around his wrist.]

[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.

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?

...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.

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.

That's more than enough, thank you, Asch. [She smiles warmly, but there's another thing she's a little concerned about.] ...Does it bother you when I talk about them? M-My gods, I mean.

It depends on whether or not you expect me to believe in them. There's a difference between talking and trying to convert someone.

I don't. [Her turn to sound a little forceful, but she tones it down as well.] As much as I'd like it, I never, ever expect anyone to believe as much as I do. ...So long as people know about them, and can respect them even a little, then that's fine.

[She smiles, looking up at the cheery tree and the blossoms, still pink and thriving.] I love painting my gods, and telling people about them, and seeing peoples' faces light up when I use their skills for something good. If no one believes, then...just that is fine. That's what I think.

[Asch follows her gaze, lips pursing for a moment. It is pretty impressive that they're still blooming this way. It's not something a normal wolf could have done; god or not, her abilities were definitely special. And Miyabi's genuinely happy about that, happy to believe.

Just because the Order of Lorelei was rotten... doesn't mean all religions are bad. Maybe he needed this reminder. Even if he doesn't believe, it's okay that others do. It's not wrong.]

...Then it's okay. It's won't bother me.

[I-Is Asch smiling?]

[...Oh, my gods, he is! Aww, and what a nice smile it was, too! It was different than Luke's as well, Drastically so. Whereas Luke's was bright and vibrant, Asch's was subtle and soft, not to mention very rare. This fact alone may have made it a bit more special to see.

Her smile only grew and Miyabi couldn't help but giggle and go over to give Asch a warm hug. She was happy to see him finally smile, and especially glad they weren't mad at eachother anymore.]

Hehe, thank you, Asch.

[Splutter. SPLUTTER. SPLUTTER. UNEXPECTED HUG IS UNEXPECTED, HELLO. Asch stares for a long moment - most people don't even bother trying to hug him, let alone succeed, So this. Seriously. What - before he reaches up to tug her back, baffled.]

Wh-what are you doing?

[Aaahaha...that face is so cute. |D Miyabi only giggles harder after Asch's initial reaction to her hug, tempted to give him another, tighter squeeze, but she lets go to save some of his dignity. She doubts he'd let her have another one even if she tried to anyway.]

I'm happy we're not fighting anymore, and that I got to see you smile, so I hugged you! Is that not okay?

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

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.]

[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.

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.

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.]

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.

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?

...You're very talented, then.

[Yeah, she's definitely a little jealous, but mostly just wishes she could have that natural talent. She was pretty darn bad at drawing anything before she was taught how. And damnit, Asch, you're being difficult again. Miyabi gives him a bit of a sideways glance before looking back at the two butterflies.]

It's just the one I know the best! There are others, like the ones my friends wear for caps - most poncle girls wear them. The boys wear large helmets fashioned after beetles.

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