Asch the Bloody (
dissonates) wrote2012-09-22 09:17 pm
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[Since a certain someone's arrival, Asch has been kind of cranky and not particularly social, which has suited him just fine, besides having to endure appearing more pathetically lonely than usual. It's not like he really cares what other people think of him anyway (usually). Apparently there's some kind of party going on today, which makes him want to go out even less, so he's content to stay inside and keep out of the way. Parties? Not his thing.
But apparently some people have other ideas.
Eventually he will escape the party (greatly relieved to be away from it, whether he enjoyed himself at all or not), and will instead hang around outside the building trying to gather what's left of his dignity before he heads home. He just wants an uneventful walk in the dark (because it's always dark for him) and a long night's rest.
And apparently he's not allowed to do that, either.
Only when he makes it home does he finally take steps towards contacting a certain scientist who can get his body back to normal. Four months is long enough to be fumbling around in the dark without his replica nearby.]
But apparently some people have other ideas.
Eventually he will escape the party (greatly relieved to be away from it, whether he enjoyed himself at all or not), and will instead hang around outside the building trying to gather what's left of his dignity before he heads home. He just wants an uneventful walk in the dark (because it's always dark for him) and a long night's rest.
And apparently he's not allowed to do that, either.
Only when he makes it home does he finally take steps towards contacting a certain scientist who can get his body back to normal. Four months is long enough to be fumbling around in the dark without his replica nearby.]
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Dunno what we're supposed to do now, but I can't just stop caring. Even if you tell me to.
[Guy can almost guess what's running through Asch's head, but he doesn't know how to say that he's no better off either, pretending not to care. If Asch had managed to tell him to go and mean it, maybe Guy could've kept that up for a few months. But he'd go crawling back, he knows it, because he can't just walk out on- on something like this. On Asch.
They might not ever be like what they were when they were happy, but Guy knows they're never again going to be like what they were when they weren't. He's not going to be like that again, not if he can help himself. Life's too easily taken for it.]
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That's probably the biggest reason why he does, though, a moment later, stepping back and glancing aside, carefully composing himself. That didn't happen. That didn't mean anything. He's fine.]
If I can't get rid of you, then you may as well come in. It's getting colder at night and I want tea.
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Can I make it for you? As an apology for keeping you out.
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Only if it's for that and not because I can't see. I'm not helpless, I can take care of myself.
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[If there's one thing Guy's never done, it's pity Asch the Bloody.]
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The house, obviously, isn't the same as the one Guy might remember; not just in shape, but the way it's sparsely decorated, sort of reminiscent of Daath, actually. The only colour to be found in the immediate vicinity is a handful of half-dead houseplants and the covers of the many books scattered on various surfaces in the first set of rooms.]
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He watches Star -waves, hey Star- give Asch directions and quirks his brows up. Good idea.]
Excuse me, [Guy says -because it's polite- before finding his way into the kitchen. Getting tea ready is more familiar ground, more comfortable ground, and the sounds of the kettle and water and cups helps break up the uncomfortable silence that's fallen between them.]
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He should close his eyes- he knows how eerie his vacant stare can be, he's seen it a few times when Luke's looked at him with the link open. But he can't really bring himself to care right now, either.
Speaking of Luke, though... maybe it's time to break the silence.]
The replica really didn't tell you anything?
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[Guy will find out eventually. There's enough people in Luceti who know things to give him a good idea, and even if they don't know he can pry the truth out of Luke eventually.
Guy takes a moment to look at Asch, really look and take him in. The stare is creepy, yeah, but everything else just...]
Your hair's longer than it was.
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It's not as if I can cut it like this.
[His tone is curt, somewhat defensive; it's such a little thing, but he doesn't like admitting that there are certain habits he can't follow anymore because of his condition.]
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I could cut it- [Guy clamps his mouth shut. It's just so automatic to offer.
He turns back to the tea. Shakes leaves into the strainer.]
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No.
He looks down, keeping his empty eyes fixated on the floor instead.]
...Did he give you the Jewel?
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Well, I'll ask him about it later. [Guy wants it, he really does, but he remembers Luke getting it back for him and him tossing it aside. Luceti- well. It has a way of clarifying things.
The kettle whistles shrilly and Guy plucks it from the burner, filling up the teapot and giving the leaves a minute to steep.] You still take it the same way?
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...God, that's such a strange thing to think, after so long, after the last half-year or so. Guy actually knowing him.
And now he can't decide whether or not he can handle it again.]
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I don't want to keep you up. Should I be going?
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...If you want to go, then go. No one's keeping you here.
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[This is probably a bad idea, but whatever. Asch never did inspire him to make great decisions.]
The me who was here before wasn't exactly polite with you.
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That's a mild way of saying that he wanted me dead.
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[He doesn't really mean it, though; he'd never received an apology for his death, nor had he expected to ever get one. Luke deserves apologies, Luke deserves grief, regret, guilt. Not him. Not ever.
He's supposed to be done being bitter about it, but... apparently it's not so easy to brush aside.]
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Huh.
He pours himself a cup of tea and sits opposite of Asch at the table.]
...Asch, I'm sorry.
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Asch stares blindly down at his tea for a long moment, mulling it over. He's sorry.
...no. It just sounds so empty, when he doesn't even know what happened. When he didn't even do it. It's pointless, meaningless.
The other Guy would never have apologized. Not to him. To hear it now is... alien.]
Shut up, don't apologize for something you didn't even do. It's pathetic.
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