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["I think you should sleep in your own room for a while, Asch."

He hasn't forgotten those words- despite Guy saying they're okay, they haven't exactly shared much living space lately. Since being banished from Guy's room, he hasn't spent a lot of time in the house, or speaking to anyone else in particular, really. Self-exile is one of his best talents, after all. And even though he can normally handle being on his own, he can't help but feel bothered by it- after all, it's Guy himself who told him it wasn't healthy, the last time they fought. It's the only thing that's kept him from outright leaving the house.

Eventually, he's had enough, though, so early this morning he heads to Guy's room, knocking briefly as a pointless warning before opening the door and peering in, calling out as he does so.]

Guy? We need to-

[.........................................SOMETHING IS AMISS.]

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Don't-!

[SHIT.

HE DIDN'T-

Guy throws himself in front of his project -not like it'll do any good- and wards Asch off with an open palm.]

Asch-! Get out! Why didn't you wait after you knocked?!

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[Asch doesn't answer Guy. He's much too busy staring at the project Guy is trying so hard to hide- the project he got a pretty good look at first.]

.....

What. The hell. Is that.

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[That's none of your business that's what that is.

Guy heads right over to Asch and attempts to usher him out of the room without quite shoving him through the door and slamming it on his heels.]

Nothing.

You were saying we need to talk, right? Let's go talk in the kitchen.

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[NO FUCK YOU Asch is standing his ground. You don't just ignore or forget that kind of thing, okay. SHOVING RIGHT BACK AND POINTING IN HORROR]

That's not nothing! What the hell is it!?

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Don't point at him like that Asch, he's not a monster.

[Guy goes to throw a blanket over his hideous, half-completed creation.]

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It! It looks like you! What the hell have you been up to in here!?

[SERIOUSLY OH GOD IT WAS SO CREEPY GUY WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK]

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Of course he looks like me. I'm basing him off of the notes Dist took when I was a fonbot.

And one day I'll figure out how to make him fully functional and then we'll be able to talk to each other. How cool!

1/oh god I don't even

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What the-

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[Dist!?]

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[...................Dist.]

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[......Wait he's actually been working with Dist!? On actual projects!? And this is the result!?]

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[....That...







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....That explains so much.]

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[Well. With Dist involved, there's only one thing that can be done...]

:|

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...Guy. You've taken it too far.

[He has to be saved. Before it's Too Late.]

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..............I don't know what you're talking about.

[Guy does not like that look on your face, Asch. He puts himself between Asch and the incomplete Guybot.]

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[Asch's expression is quite serious - deadly serious, in fact - as he lifts his hand, starting to gather fonons in a glyph beneath his feet.]

If I let this continue, you'll end up like him.

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Wh-

No! [Guy throws himself onto the blanketed Guybot, his arms around the frame as he holds it close in an effort to shield it from Asch's wrath.]

Don't you dare! I love him!

1/only 2 I promise

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[....What.]

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Get out of the way or you won't be seen for a week.

[GUY MOVE YOUR ASS DON'T THINK HE WON'T DO IT]

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Asch-

No. I've worked on him for weeks. I won't ever get parts like these again. If you flick even one fonon in his direction I'll-

I'll break up with you! [An empty threat BUT A THREAT NONETHELESS.]

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I'd prefer that over letting this progress to the point where I'm in a relationship with Dist the Reaper!

[......UGH just thinking about it makes him want to squirm. But he won't, he will be strong!]

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Actually, Asch, he prefers people call him 'Dist the Rose.'

1/2 I have a feeling this'll happen a lot...

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Dear Lorelei is he too late.]

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[ADDING MORE FUEL TO THE FONIC ARTE FIRE HERE.]

That's it, it has to go!

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[Mmmmphrglewhat the hell it's usually not so noisy this early in the morning

With bleary eyes, Luke sits up in bed as the commotion goes in one ear and out the other. He sits there for a moment, just rubbing a hand through his hair, then gets up and heads towards the noise in a daze. Might as well tell them to shut up face to face - beating on the floor doesn't really work so often.

Once he reaches the door, he hears those words.

"Actually, Asch, he prefers people call him 'Dist the Rose.'

And what.

The hell.

That makes Luke open the door with a very different purpose in mind, pajamas and bedhead and all.]

What the hell is going on here?