[Voice / backdated to May 11th]

[dissonates]

[It had taken a few days for him to notice a certain housemate's disappearance - the man had been kidnapped, after all, and Asch didn't make a habit of nosing around in his room. It had been instinct more than anything that had made him poke his head in to check Van's room this morning.

The room had been empty. It's a familiar feeling, standing there in a room that used to hold someone important. Not necessarily treasured or even missed, this time, but undeniably important. And there's a fleeting thought, one he has to bury with the rest of the ideas that he doesn't share with people: how long until he's alone again?

...Yep, not sharing that one. He does close the door behind himself, though, sit down on the bed, and open his journal.]

Van Grants has gone home.

[He won't be all that chatty, but the message definitely needed to be conveyed.]

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No... my old master.

[Short and sweet. Honestly, he's not sure he could properly summarize his relationship with Van if his life depended on it.]

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[gleamed]

So he must have been someone important to you! [That only makes sense.] I'm sorry he's gone. Do you need anything?

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[...Well. Important? He can't deny that.]

It's fine, don't worry about it. We're all better off with him gone.

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[gleamed]

[...Oh.

You know, Rapunzel thinks you should maybe get to know some nicer people.]

If you say so. Have you been alright since--you know? That time when you were nice?

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[djshfdf ohgod why did she have to bring that up

why

why]

Was it really necessary to phrase it like that?

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[gleamed]

Ohh--sorry! That wasn't very polite. You're always nice, Asch! You were just more open about it then.

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[...Somehow that really doesn't make him feel better.]

Tch... whatever. Either way, I'm fine now. Everything's normal.

[AND THAT'S NOT GOOD NEWS FOR YOU he knows. Everyone misses the nice him.

...Uuuugh.]

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[gleamed]

A-alright. If you say so...but I think I'll bake you a pie, anyway.

[Because pie makes everyone nicer.]

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[...fff. W-well.]

If... you want. But don't feel obligated or anything.

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[gleamed]

I won't! I'll do it because I want to. And because you're my friend.

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[...S-still weird to hear.]

I suppose I should have seen that coming.

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[gleamed]

[Deal with it.]

What? Me being your friend? What makes you say that?

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No, that... [Uh... rrgh. Why is talking hard.] ...You're very stubborn.

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[gleamed]

You're right! I am. [And she's very proud of that.]

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[You're not supposed to look so happy about that 8|]

In other words, no matter what I tell you, you'll probably just do whatever you want anyway.

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[gleamed]

It's likely, yes.

[SHE DOES WHAT SHE WANTS!]

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[dissonates]

[SIGH, so predictable. In that "I hate when I'm right" way.]

...Then I guess I'll just tell you to do whatever you want.

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[gleamed]

Then I will. [Ha.] Thanks, Asch. I hope you're okay! Really okay and not just saying so!

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[dissonates]

Why would I say so if I wasn't? I have no obligation to reassure you.

[Don't you just love how nice he is, Rapunzel]

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[gleamed]

Well, I guess you're right about that...

[STILL, SHE IS SUSPICIOUS.]

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[dissonates]

[God, you blonds, never taking him at his word.]

...What was with the hair, anyway? For you, I mean.

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[gleamed]

Oh--my hair? Well, it's, um...[She's been better about this since her trip home and learning about who she really was. But old habits die hard.] Well? It's special.

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I noticed that much.

[Normal hair does not grow like that, okay.]

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[gleamed]

And it...can do special things?

[She's taking baby steps, okay.]

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[dissonates]

[His brow lifts, but he says nothing. Like what, change colours? Because he's pretty sure he remembers it being brown for a while there.]