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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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[Asch falls silent again, rubbing at his wrists as he ponders the implications of that. Not dying? Not yet, or not at all? Or is it something impossible to predict? The second option would clear up so many fears, but at the same time, he's not even sure if he could force himself to trust such a verdict. He's lived with the shadow of his own death over his shoulder for so long now.

Better to just wait it out, then. With an idle shrug, he retrieves his shirt, pulling it back on.]

One month, then. I'll avoid using hyperresonance when I can.

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[Dist sighs at Asch's nervous behavior, though it really isn't something he's not used to. Of course the he's afraid to die - he's not ready for it. And even if he did within the next few months, Luceti would prevent true death, and only bring him back once more, perhaps to suffer again. How sick...to continue an endless cycle like that, if it were really the case. Even if Asch is a wretched and abhorrent little tyrant, Dist wouldn't wish that upon him. ...Today, at least.

He organizes his papers as Asch dresses and nods him out the door.]

Very well. I'll see you in one month, then.

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[Right, right. Asch considers responding - reconsiders once, twice, then shrugs it off - before turning away, lifting a hand to wave idly as an acknowledgment as he heads out. He's never thanked Dist, and he's not sure he could in light of the fact that this man is in part responsible for his life going completely to hell, but... well.

Dist doesn't have to help him, so it wouldn't kill him to be a little appreciative. Hmm.]