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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]

[... Wait.]

... You'll let me?

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

Is it so hard to believe!?

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[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

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]

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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]

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[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

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.]

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[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.]

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[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

[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?

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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|]

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[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

[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?

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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.]