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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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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Close call, there. Asch lets another silence pass between them while he considers his options, then shrugs carelessly.]
I haven't been in Auldrant for more than two years now. I'm well beyond those grudges.
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the worst lie guy has ever]
Uh huh. Well, all right then. I take it back.
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[Why does he feel like he just dodged a bullet that is actually a boomerang?]
Why did you follow me here?
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[Because now that Guy's brought them both up, he'd really like to know what the hell this is.]
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...why I wanted to check up on you, that is.
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[Though he technically isn't on his own, he just. Likes to establish the fact that he could be, if he wanted. So there.]
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That's mostly his fault, though, he knows.]
...You have to realize that I'm not used to you... caring about me. Or even acknowledging I exist.
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I know. I know, I do.
I just- [The last time he saw Asch, they were fighting, but they both still knew they cared about each other. Shared something. Now, it feels like Asch has forgotten that or done his best to try to forget, which he shouldn't be faulted for if Guy really was as awful as it sounds like he was.]
I feel like no matter how far we come, together or as individuals, something happens to make us take giant leaps back. Y'know?
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[Asch lowers his voice, trying to conceal his discomfort while at the same time squashing his sudden urge to leave, or to get angry and kick Guy out of the house. This is getting too close, too personal. Too much like how they used to talk, and he's sure that can't handle that right now.]
Maybe we're just not meant to be friends.
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