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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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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.

[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.]

[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.

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.]

[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.]

[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.

[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.

[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.]

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?

[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!

[At least Luke got the fire out before he froze again. First over what Guy said - not exactly that, though, but his tone and attitude. This is the first time Luke has ever seen Guy so furious before. He's always been so calm and collected, even when he was angry, but now... Luke can't help but stare up at him with an open gape, and he almost says his name to try and get his attention, but then Asch speaks up.

And he's frozen again. Asch was actually... considering what it was like to be a replica, was actually putting both of their issues on the same level. Asch had always disregarded how Luke felt over it - always put Luke down because of it, and now...

Luke isn't sure what else to do other than gape. But then he realizes that the reason they're being like this is because they're so angry at each other, more than they should be. So, Luke stands up and hesitantly reaches forward in an attempt to touch Guy's shoulder, to say something to clear up this whole thing.]

Hey-

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I'm not telling you what counts!

[Guy ignores Luke's hand, ignores the fact that Asch said "us," (not "me" not "I" not "the replica" but "us"), ignores the fact that he should probably calm down and try to rationalize this argument before it becomes all about angry feelings-

But it's already there. Too late for serenity and too late for tact.]

What I'm telling you is that you're a jerk with no tact, and I'm sick of listening to you talk like you're the only one who knows the difference between right and wrong!

Fine, you think you know so much better than me? Where's the line, Guy? Where the hell is the line that you won't cross? You'll make a copy of yourself, one that you want to walk and talk, saying that I "killed" it - him - but you won't go too far? So what the hell is the difference between what you were doing and what he was like when Van made him!?

[He points to Luke abruptly, his gaze falling on his obviously-startled replica. Maybe he's trying to stop the fight, Asch doesn't care- it needs to be said.]

[Startled enough that the point makes Luke take a step or two back as if Asch had punched him instead of just pointing. And... that part's true, too. When he was little - when he was created, he couldn't walk, couldn't talk, couldn't do anything. But still...

All of this is unnecessary, and there are more important things to be worrying about, so Luke takes a step forward and takes in a breath to say something again-]

[-which is completely unnecessary, because at that moment Guy lunges forward and slugs Asch right across the jaw.]

[...In hindsight he should have expected that. His head is jerked to the side from the force of the punch, and it makes him pause- but only momentarily. With an angry snarl he lashes out to respond in kind. If Guy wants a fight he's going to get just that.]

[Whoa whoa whoa Guy just-

Is Asch o-

And now Asch just-

... Yeah, all Luke can do is stand there with wide eyes his mouth gaping open for a moment. He's so shocked that he can't really do anything else.]

[Guy tastes blood with Asch's punch -because oh yeah, Asch has been trained in other kinds of combat, not just swords like he has- but it doesn't make any difference. While Luke stands there attracting flies Guy escalates the scuffle into a full-blown brawl, grabbing Asch's collar and attempting to take him to the ground. There's no elegance or purpose to it, Guy just wants to hit Asch and still, during every other part of him insisting that this is a really bad idea and that he's being ridiculous part of him still sighs, finally.

It's about damn time.]

[Asch struggles against Guy, standing his ground with as much strength as he can put into it. He's not going to let Guy get the best of him, not over this. With Guy holding his collar, Asch lifts his fist again, trying for an uppercut.]

Get the hell off!

[... Okay, yeah, Luke knows that it's a good thing to let it all out once in a while, and hell knows that Guy needs it more than anyone. Luke is all for it when people stop bottling their emotions up, even if it means blowing up and brawling over it. Hell, Xion did that and he was okay with it.

But taking it out on Asch? No, Luke can't accept that. So once he snaps out of it, Luke grits his teeth and moves to grab one of Guy's arms and pull back, trying to make him loosen his hold on Asch.]

Guy, Asch!

[By the time Luke pries Guy off of Asch Guy has a bloodied nose and a split lip, and he's spitting blood onto the ground as he breathes hard and glares at Asch. He's irrationally angry, but as he drags his wrist across his chin and it comes away smudged red he realizes he feels a little bit better.

...Asch is still a tactless, cheating asshole though.]

[Asch steps back as Luke restrains Guy, gritting his teeth and glaring right back. He doesn't say anything; he has a feeling he doesn't need to. Guy's saying plenty with just his eyes.

He doesn't feel like talking anymore.]

[Luke pulls Guy just a little further away and tightens his grip, as if to say to stay there or else he'll just jump in again or maybe get just as involved, then lets go of him to get in between them.]

What the hell is wrong with you two?! You're acting like a couple of wild monsters!

[Guy huffs again, trying to get some of the blood out of his nose, then turns and climbs through the wreckage of his room. Never mind that Asch blew up his room, probably destroyed half his clothes and the other items Guy has accumulated since arriving in Luceti over two years ago. Never mind that everything that falls out of Asch's damn mouth sounds like he examined every single way to phrase it and chose the most cutting. Never mind that just a second ago, Luke was hunched over and trembling because of the things Asch had just said.

No, Guy was the wild monster here. Whatever.

Guy opts to completely ignore the other two in favor of crouching down and reaching beneath the wreckage of his bed for his safe box, where he's been stockpiling whatever gels and bottles he could scrape together from miscellaneous sources. He pulls out the box, wrestles with it for a bit until it opens and selects an apple gel, wincing as he lifts it to his mouth to tear at the plastic packaging.]

...Just shut up... Luke. [The name is added to the end as an afterthought; what he'd really wanted to do is insult him, call him dreck or replica or something. It always made him feel a little better. That would just make it all worse, though- that's what Guy is so pissed off about, after all. Insulting Luke when he hadn't even been trying to.

...Hell. If anything he'd been trying to defend his stupid replica, but of course they'd misunderstood.

Glancing around the room, he knows he should help clean up as well, seeing as he caused the entire mess, but... he really just wants to get the hell out of there, more than anything. And then Guy would bitch him out for doing that. Goddammit. Goddammit. So he just stands there like a lump, trying to decide how to get out of here without inviting another argument.

Why do their fights always come to this?]

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