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[Since this happened, Asch hasn't been entirely sure what to do with himself. He eats breakfast, he reads a little. He wanders through the village for a while, aimlessly and calm despite the bad news. It's a normal day. A nice day, even. Luceti is blissfully aware of his loss, and he likes it that way. There is no house to burn, no alcohol to waste, no friend to garner comfort from. There's the village, and there's the memories, and there's that coldness in his heart creeping up again. As usual. It's just another going-home situation, and that's become typical of this place. Maybe people are happy. She's gone back. She's free.

She's dead.

He needs to hit something, so he goes to the Battle Dome for a while. Normal. Everything is normal.

Eventually he'll make his way north- first to House 34, to get whatever Norma has for him. Then he moves on to the cherry blossom trees beyond the edge of the village. And then, finally, he finishes his wandering in the woods not far from the 2nd apartment building, tucked under a tree with a pad of paper and a few pieces of charcoal. He'll be there until the sun gets too low to see.

After that, well... who knows. But he won't return to the apartment until well after dark.]

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[The scrawl stops, and Miyabi lifts her eyes, feeling oddly relaxed, and at peace. She leans forward, taking the sketchpad, and her face seems to light up in a very bright smile. It's a dramatic change, in such a short span of time. Even she can see it...she really can see it. Life. Without color. Color makes things vibrant, and maybe more beautiful, but that doesn't mean it makes them live. Everything is alive...it had been, all this time. She just didn't see it. No, that's wrong. She thought she couldn't see it.

Miyabi flips through the sketches, making only very subtle changes. There aren't many, and when she sees the doodle of the branch, she tilts her head with a smile, then looks back up to Asch.]

...Can I keep this? It's very good, you're very good, Asch. You learn quickly, and...and I think I learned something, too.

So, thank you. Very much. [And in the deepest form of thanks and respect, Miyabi bows. Maybe she'll start painting again. One color, or even just black ink. She just wants to paint.]

Wh... [Asch cuts himself off before he can even start, glancing down at the page, then gestures vaguely, eyes averted.] ...Yeah. Take it, I don't care. [He doesn't really get what her problem was, but... apparently he helped, somehow, which is a nice change. For once.

Should he ask? Probably not. He has a feeling she won't tell him anyway, which suits him fine. She's smiling now, so...

...Augh. This is hard. Better to just ignore the whole issue.]

Thank you. I'll keep it safe.

[And that is a promise. Miyabi's kept every piece of art she received from people safe in her room. Inside a leather bound folio of sorts. She even has ones others would consider terrible (like Luffy's art skills). Miyabi doesn't care about skill, so long as there's heart there.]

So, why are you sudden;y taking an interest in drawing like this? ...You want to draw something special, don't you? [Because, well, like she said once before - you are rather easy to read, Asch. And the pieces fit together.]

[Erk. Caught. He leans back abruptly, lifting a hand to wave her off.]

There's no reason, don't be stupid! What, I'm told I need to get a hobby and when I try all I get is questions?

[Pff, what a reaction. So not suspicious at all, nope. Even so, Miyabi just giggles softly and smiles.]

I wish you luck with your special picture, Asch.

[Goddammit, Miyabi. Seriously, goddammit. Stop doing that.]

...Tch. Whatever.