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[dissonates]

[Missions suck as much as, if not moreso than, the drafts. Asch has decided this. It's not just that he'd been sent on an uncomfortably-outnumbered solo mission, it's not just that his health problems had reared their ugly heads in the middle of it and nearly gotten him killed, it's not just he'd had to rely on luck and skill to keep him alive with zero ability to heal himself despite being a Seventh Fonist.

No, at this point, mostly? It's the fact that once it's all over, and the Malnosso saw fit to send him back to the village, he finds himself floundering underwater.

Bastards, is his second thought, since his first is a string of expletives that would do a sailor proud. Thankfully he's only a couple of feet or so from where his feet can touch solid ground, so within a minute he's slogging towards the shore, soaking wet and pulling seaweed from his hair. Damn. Bastards.

Not that the shore is much better. There's apparently something going on - the usual love experiment, no doubt - and he's managed to get dumped right in the middle of it. They probably did that on purpose. He can't do anything while soaked as he is, though, so his first order of business is to get changed. There isn't much selection, but within a few minutes he's got his uniform hung out to dry and is wearing a suit and a long, dark blue bathrobe. It's humiliating, but it's better than freezing to death back in the village.

Since he has to wait for his clothes and hair to dry in the sun, Asch will be hanging around the beach area, available for chatting, fruity goodness, and whatnot. Come and bother the cranky one! (He is unaffected by the normal love stuff, btw.)]

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[dissonates]

...Hmm. I'll hold you to that. [And he will, too. Still, that doesn't stop him from taking the fruit from her, brushing it off in case there's any loose sand still left on it, cracks it apart, and gets himself a quick bite.

....

Wow. That's definitely some tasty fruit.]

[inkdrops]

[Gods, way to make her feel anxious and under pressure, Asch. 8| It's just a piece of fruit, good lord. But Miyabi watches Asch carefully, her eyes scanning his face for any subtle changes in his usual features.]

...Well? How is it? [She bites her tongue, lest she ask the sarcastic question of "are you going to die?"]

[dissonates]

[Well, he's certainly not going to die, but he does feel a little embarrassed about causing such a fuss over what is obviously some harmless and pleasant fruit. He shrugs his shoulders, taking another bite and chewing thoughtfully before he responds.]

...It's good. I didn't expect it to taste quite like this.

[inkdrops]

What did you expect? [Miyabi snickers, and reaches for the fruit half Asch didn't eat, ripping off a piece for herself to nibble on. Once she's finished with it, Miyabi licks her fingers clean and dries them on her shirt.] You should learn to trust me a little bit more, Asch! I'd never do anything to put you in harm's way, you know that.

[With a smile, she leans towards him, feeling pleasantly warm and kind of...fuzzy. Huh.]

[dissonates]

It has nothing to do with trusting you. It's them that I question.

[Sheesh, as if being here this long hasn't given him plenty of reason to distrust them. For once, though, it seems like things are turning out alright.]

[inkdrops]

Eh, well... [Okay, Asch does have a point. But the Malnosso have been kind to them a sparse few times in the past. This could just be one of those instances, as hard to believe as it may be.]

A-At least everything turned out all right? You're still the same, and I am too, aren't I?

[dissonates]

Far as I can tell. [Asch offers a bit of a careless shrug, though. Let no one ever say he's afraid to try new things, alright?]