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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 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.

[Hours of having to entertain himself, alone in Daath? If she'd spoken her thoughts aloud, he'd hardly consider himself one worth envying. But since he's no mindreader, he can't do much more than have a look at the butterfly again, comparing it with Miyabi's headpiece.]

...It... suits you.

[If that counts as a compliment. ...Well, whatever, he did his best.]

[F-Ffffff--what. Miyabi's cheeks brighten and she looks away instantly, tugging down one wing of her cap. She always liked her butterfly, too, as it was so bright and colorful, but to have someone else point that out...it was a little embarrassing.]

Th-Thank you...

[Awkward silence, gogo!]

[....Yep, definitely a compliment. Asch shifts a little uncomfortably, unsure of what happens beyond such a thing, then retrieves his journal and snaps it shut.]

I finished what I came here to do.

A-All right... Take care on the way home. [Miyabi smiles warmly, heading back over to the tree to probably climb up onto a low branch and relax. She stops however, and turns back to Asch.]

I'm really happy that we're still friends, Asch.

[Asch reddens at once, staring at her for a moment before muttering something under his breath and turning to leave. GOD, WHY DO GIRLS LIKE DOING THAT SO MUCH DX]

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