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[The journal turns on with a little crash, revealing... the ceiling. Yes, very exciting.]

Stop knocking things over!

[A small, furry black face saunters over to the journal, sniffing curiously. It meows. And then, turning, flops over right on top of it, covering the camera.]

Hey, cat, get off that, it's not your damn bed.

[A small trill, and the fuzzy thing rolls over, revealing a mildly irritated redhead.]

...What the hell? You actually turned it on? Hey, dreck, the cat's from the Dawn Age.

[His tone is even mildly amused for that one. He brushes the kitten off the journal, picking it up and half-closing it. Before it shuts, he reconsiders, then grabs the pen and scribbles out a note.]

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I need to talk to you.

[There, that's good enough. Back to the whiny, needy little monstrosity who has moved on to making his own water dish into a cat bath. Surprise! Luke brought home a kitten for his very disgruntled original. What a wise decision this was, eh.]

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[And he can tell.]

You're biased, your opinion doesn't count.

[Asch scoffs faintly, but doesn't argue. It's the unfortunate truth, really; cheagles are more of a pain in the ass than anything else.

Even if they are good company on a lonely night. Not like he'd tell anyone that. And now there's a kitten for that, too...

...great.]

You should try. [ Hint hint hint ]

I'm sure Luke would appreciate the expertise.

[With permission granted, Stella takes the journal and starts to move, though she keeps the journal open and by her chest. Enjoy that nice view of melons, Asch.]

Other worlds? Like whose?

Looks like I don't have a choice, now. I can't trust him with the cat, he'll end up letting it die.

[An exaggeration, maybe, but with a glimmer of truth- he can't kick it around like he did with Mieu.]

Yuri's world has curative gels, the same ones found in Auldrant. Some of the wild monsters are similar too, if I remember it right.

[... Curative gels, huh.]

What sort of gels? And monsters, at that.

Mostly fruits. Apple, orange, lemon, pineapple...

The monsters- I can't remember. It was a long time ago, so I'd have to confirm that part.

[Stella's quiet for a moment... Though she lets out a hushed, disbelieving sort of laugh afterward.]

We have those very same gels... Though we also have scallop gels. Those are... ... unique.

A seafood gel? [Gross.] The strangest one we had was the lottery gel. It's impossible to tell what it tasted like or what it did until you eat it.

I see you're both learning responsibility. [ Have some well-intentioned chuckles, Asch.

yeah. ]

How am I biased? I bet I'm not the only person who would think it's weird!

It's all about context! If he behaved himself, it would mean something nicer, like music.

So does that mean you'll change his name when he gets older and starts to quiet down? ... and anyway, it's still weird now!

[You know that feeling you get when, in a conversation, it's like a bucket of ice has been thrown all over someone? Cold, uncomfortable, downright awkward? Asch has a look on his face that pretty much is that feeling. He glowers at her for a long moment, all pretense of tolerance and amusement gone. It's not exactly anger, more like she's being cut off, as if a door's been shut in her face.]

Change his name.

[He says it like she'd asked if he was going to drag it out and murder it.]

[ ... oof. Yeah. She feels it almost like a physical force, and her expression blanks out.

Too late she realizes her error. Of course... of course he wouldn't want to-- she's so stupid! After all... after all, he was originally L-- Xion actually winces, and backs away. ]

I'm sorry. [ It's quiet. ] I'll go.

[Asch doesn't reply at first; he looks away, suddenly very interested in what's going on by the apartment window. Maybe she could understand the importance of identity, but... what does she know of losing one's name? Names are important. Names are the identity. Even for an animal, a name is important.

You can't just take someone's name away. It ruins them.]

Go, then.

[He doesn't want her apologies anyway.]

[ If only she knew, she could counter that her name means she is imaginary.

But she doesn't, and it wouldn't help. She doesn't say a word. The next thing he'll hear is the open-and-shut click of the apartment door as she lets herself out. ]

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HI AKAI. /get all up in yo space

OH GOD WHO LET YOU IN HERE

It was Masa's fault.

DAMMIT MASA

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