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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 told you before- looking out for your own interests isn't selfish. The only one you have to take care of is Sophie.

[No sense in beating around the bush or sugarcoating it. She's an adult, they're adults- it's an easy choice, in his mind.]

[Nomnomnom - she's not about to talk with her mouth full, that's just improper. So, she'll wait a moment before she speaks up again.]

I suppose... I'm not used to looking after my own interests. [What an uncomfortable topic. But... somehow, it's okay, talking about it with Asch.]

Try it. You might enjoy it. [Munch, munch. He's not really the expert on selfishness- most of the last year or so of his life was spent pushing himself into the grave for the sake of the world. But maybe it's because of it that he's allowed to indulge a little here, in Luceti- where it doesn't matter.

She deserves as much, too... especially considering her life, and how she died.]

I can't guarantee I'll get used to it right away.

[Stella can't really remember the last time she did something out of her own interest without thinking about others; Ever since they lost their parents, Stella stepped into the role of caretaker at way too early of an age. You don't have time to be selfish when you've got so much to take care of.]

[...Hmm. Asch is quiet for a moment, mulling that over. Finally he speaks up again, lifting his gaze to give her a steady look.]

What's something self-indulgent that you want to do, right here, right now?

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Self-indulgent...?

[Oh. Uh. Well. That. Makes her give a wide-eyed look and keep the fork frozen in her hand.

She... doesn't know. What does she want right now? All she can think of is what Asch might want right now.]

[Asch sets down his fork. Leans back. Crosses his arms.

Go on. He'll wait. :|]

[And all of a sudden, Stella feels like she's caught in some kind of spotlight. She lifts her shoulders a bit and starts to push the chicken around on her plate, suddenly very interested in what she's doing to it rather than looking at Asch.]

W-Well. I wouldn't... say right now, but... I've, um...

[... Oh god now she's blushing.]

[Waiting. Waiting. Waaaaaaaiting.

Wait why is she blushing.]

[Siiinks down in her chair a little.]

-brush your hair.

[Wh-

what

what

what]

[WHY DID IT HAVE TO INVOLVE HIM!?

Now he has no escape! No way out! Telling her no would be hypocritical! And yeah, he normally wouldn't give a damn, but it's Stella! She matters! Shiiiiiit-]

[.....................................]

....F... fine. [MUMBLED.]

[And of course Stella expects REJECTION, so after Asch speaks she mumbles, too.]

I know, it's silly, I won't ask again-

[... Wait.]

... You'll let me?

[jkshfkjd DAMMIT WHY DID SHE ASK DON'T MAKE HIM SAY IT AGAIN]

Is it so hard to believe!?

N-No, no! I just- You realize this is my first time being self-indulgent in a long time?

[ladkjfas;fj WHY IS HE FREAKING OUT OVER IT HE'S MAKING HER DO SO TOO]

I know that! But I said you could, so don't question it!

[kjhdfdf STOP FREAKING OUT ABOUT IT YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE HAPPY]

All right, all right! [She'll just raise her hands up as if she's admitting defeat. At least she's smiling about it, because now it's sinking in that she can FINALLY BRUSH HIS HAIR.]

[Mwaha, he won. As usual. Asch just nods at last, starting to eat his chicken again, though he's probably getting full at this rate. His fate is sealed now, though- she'll get to play with his hair. The only question is when.]

[Mmm, nomnoms. Aaaah, she's so happy that she's smiling while she's eating! She gets full soon enough, though, and she'll set the fork down and wait for him to finish.]

So... Is there any particular time you'd like to do this?

Why are you asking me? It's your request, you figure out the where and when.

[He's only agreeing to let her do it, don't expect him to plan it out 8|]

[But... But... When is the best time for him? What if he's busy? What if- Grah. Self-indulgent. Right.]

Hmm... I'll contact you when I think it's the right time. Is... that all right?

It's fine, I don't care. [Maybe she'll forget. ....Yeah, that's bloody unlikely.

Funny, though- he doesn't mind the idea as much as he ought to. Is it because of her? Or has he simply mellowed out that much? It's disturbing, to be honest.]

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