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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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He's going to kill Guybot 2000, Luke! Stop him!

[Guy is clinging to a half-finished skeleton of what looks to be a fonbot version of himself and Asch is preparing to unleash the mother of all fifth-based fonic artes.

That's what's going on.]

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It's not alive, dammit, and it's for your own damn good! Will you get him off of that thing!?

[HE IS NOT BACKING DOWN, and there's going to be an Explosion in your face momentarily.]

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For a moment Luke just. Gapes and. Points at the thing. WHAT IS THAT THING. WHAT GUY WHY DO YOU HAVE IT IT'S CREEPY WHAT]

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[And then he blinks out of it once Guy and Asch start to shout. Kill a fonbot? Not alive?

What has happened to his best friend?]

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[And then he realizes.

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

Dist.]

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

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[......

While he does feel a little bad for this and sorry for the incomplete fonbot, Luke feels this has to be done.

He strides over to get behind Guy and hook his arms under Guy's, attempting to YANK HIM AWAY from that thing.]

Kill it, Asch.

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Luke-!

You traitor! No! Asch don't you dare Asch you'd better stop-!

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BOOM

He didn't stop.]

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[.....







...That was probably overkill, though...]

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[... Whoa whoa Luke thought Asch was going to use Stalagmite or something not Explosion

Once the blast clears, there's a good-sized hole in the roof and a burning dent in the wall, not to mention that almost everything in the room is either charred or on fire.

And the poor fonbot, well...

And Luke just stands there after having been pushed back by the blast into the wall, probably still holding Guy, with soot and ash all over him.

He's too stunned to say anything at first. So he'll just squint at the mess.]

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I'm never speaking to either of you ever again.

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[Oh, yeah, like that's gonna happen.]

Put us into your Revenge Journal, then.

[Oh god if he goes that far there really is no going back, he's going to start obsessing over Jade and aaaahhhh Guy's doomed.]

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[Oh god Asch don't talk like that. The mention of it finally breaks Luke out of his trance and makes him stare at Asch in horror.]

Hold on, it's not going to go that far... right?

[... And maybe they should start putting out these small fires.]

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It should.

[Guy is already over rummaging through the wreckage of his room, very obviously disgruntled and maybe even a bit angry.]

I can't believe you two. Do you have any idea how long it took me to find suitable substitutes for some of the parts? This place isn't exactly Sheridan.

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Good, that means you can't make another one.

[Satisfied that there are no remains of the stupid fonbot left, Asch grabs a sheet and starts batting at the little flames trying to spread. Maybe Stalagmite would have been better.]

Do you have any idea how creepy that was? One replica in the house is enough.

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[Luke was just about to grab some charred clothing to help bat out the flames when the words hit him, and he freezes on the spot. He grips the shirt in his hands and stares down at it, pursing his lips before he speaks up quietly.]

... Is that what you were doing?

[Not arguing with Asch because, well... he kind of agrees with that.]

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[Guy is so torn between snapping at Asch to stop being a dick, snapping at Luke that yeah, that's exactly what he was doing, of course he'd be that stupid and snapping at them both to go away and leave him to his misery that he takes quite a bit to put his thoughts back in order.

Because he's actually, really kinda mad about this. More mad than he thought he'd be.

Eventually he sighs and crouches, digging the Jewel out of the mess -it's unscathed, naturally, it would take more than that to damage the heirloom of House Gardios- and rubbing some soot from its blade with his shirt.]

No, Luke, I wasn't. I was just having fun. Even if I wanted to give it a personality, I couldn't; that kind of technology doesn't exist, and even if it did I wouldn't have a clue how to use it.

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Tch- all replicas are copies only in appearance. There's no differences between them and this.

[He doesn't particularly care if he's being a dick or not- this isn't funny in the slightest.]

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[Gee thanks, Asch. Luke doesn't have anything to say to that. The fact that he clenches his fists even tighter in the fabric shows how much that bothers him, though, even if he refuses to voice it.

So there's no difference between him and that, huh.]

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[Guy's brow twitches and he takes a step toward Asch, setting a hand on Luke's shoulder as he passes.]

You can shut up now, Asch.

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[Asch scoffs at that, arms crossing and turning away. Someone's favoritism is showing.]

Yeah, fine. Glare at me when you were the one making it in the first place.

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[Gah, dammit, this is getting out of hand because he's the one reacting over it. So, Luke puts on a smile and turns to the two of them to try and ease the tension a little.]

It's okay. Let's just clean this up and get some breakfast done, okay?

[... And let's put out this little fire that's creeping up on Guy's bed while he's at it.]

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No Luke, it's not okay.

[Something pulls in very tight in the center of his chest, but at the same time Guy couldn't help but think to himself, finally. He squares his shoulders and levels a hard stare at Asch. ...then he just gives up and lets himself be furious.

And it feels kind of good.]

Asch, get over yourself. You think you're the only one who can recognize lines that shouldn't be crossed, don't you? Because of what happened to you, and because of all the work you put in to make things right. I understand that, but enough's enough. What I was doing wasn't anything like replicating a person and even if I'd managed to get far enough for it to be similar, you think I wouldn't know stop myself, knowing what I do?

And another thing! Stop calling Luke a replica! I said I wouldn't tell you how to feel about Luke, but as his friend I can sure as hell tell you how not to treat him. You'll refer to him as Luke and you'll treat him as a person, or don't you remember asking me to correct you on that?

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[Asch is surprised by Guy's outburst, eyes widening for a moment- simply because it so rarely happens. And maybe it's a good thing, maybe he's needed to do this for a while, now. Asch doesn't know.

Right now, though, he doesn't care. Because he remembers something else Guy had said once: that he needs to start fighting back.]

How about you get over yourself for once!? You think you know us both so well, but you don't understand! You never have, and you never will! You have no idea what it's like to be replicated, and you don't know what it's like to be one! Don't you dare try to say what does or doesn't count to us!