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[Action, backdated to October 6th, locked to Luke + housemates if they want!]

[There is a vast difference between seeing nothing and being unable to see at all. It's the first thing that Asch realizes when he opens his eyes, waking up in the cold of the underground tunnel, slumped against the invisible barrier outside of John's domain, and seeing, for the first time in months, some kind of... light. It's blurry, more like a shadow within a shadow, and as he squints at it, it occurs to him that it's entirely possible that his eyes hadn't been fixed correctly at all. People are occasionally stuck with side effects anyway, though, after their penalties have been removed, so he pushes those concerns aside and reaches out with his mind towards his replica.

....

Nothing. Not even a flicker. And there's a moment of panic - that something happened while he was gone, that he's dead again - but memory catches up with him. He's in the tunnels. Luke can't hear him down here. And even though he feels weak, bone-weary, and a little dizzy from his clumsy vision, he pushes off the wall and forces himself upright, edging his way towards the near-light of what he's certain must be the tunnel entrance. There's a ladder, a way up, and as he climbs, he keeps trying to contact Luke, hoping his replica is available to get him home. Just one last time, one more guiding hand. That's all he needs.

Thankfully Luke is available, and he will get Asch home, so he'll be back on the evening of the 6th, sticking close to the house for the most part and waiting for his vision to come back bit by bit.]

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[Action, October 10th, open to anyone]

[Finally, finally, Asch wakes to find that hey, surprise! His eyes are as clear as the day they'd been before he died. He spends a long time staring at everything in his room, taking in the details, the changes that he'd missed or accidentally caused over the course of the last four months. There's dust in places difficult to clean, his closet is a disorganized mess, and the books on his shelf are out of order. Some of the houseplants aren't doing so well. Star's getting fat. The white in Tsuae's fur is discoloured from treks in the yard- chasing Ginji's birds, probably. He'll need to do a full sweep of the house and nitpick at it.

Tomorrow, though. Today he gets dressed, gets himself a meal and tea without dropping anything, burning his fingers, or bumping into the table. He leaves the house and he goes for a walk. Nothing special- a long, slow, utterly aimless wander through the village from late morning until after dinner, drinking in the sights and watching the people who pass him by, as if seeing it all for the first time. He swings by the shops, the restaurant, maybe even Good Spirits for a bit, a place he hadn't been since before Guy went home the first time. He might even talk to people. He seems curious and calm for once, almost smiling.

It's a nice day. He can see again. What's there to bitch about?

Evening will find him on Amaterasu's hill, leaning against one of the cherry trees, content to sit and watch the sunset. Only after it's finished does he return home at last.]

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[Yeah, from her perspective, he just got from grumpy to grumpier. Hmm.]

I just want to catch up! You've been pretty quiet lately, I've barely seen you around.

...Hm. You'd be amazed at how difficult it is to get around when you're blind.

[Wow, is it ever easier to discuss now that the whole experience is over.]

[That makes her facepalm. How could she have forgotten...]

Oh yeah, you're blind...Should you really be out alone?

I was blind. I'm fine now.

[See, he's even looking at her now.]

[Yes, with those lovely grumpy green eyes of his. Anise refuses to be intimidated, and instead just grins up at him.]

Is that why you were looking so happy? I thought something major had happened!

"Happy"? [Wow that his not how he would describe his expression at all, but okay. He can sort of see the justification.] ...Wait, you don't think being able to see is something major?

[Shrug!]

Well, I guess it is, but it isn't really super special. You're supposed to be able to see!

Supposed to, yes. The last four months being evidence to the contrary.

So how did you get around back then? It must have been pretty tough.

Do you remember Star, the cheagle? Turns out he's not bad at giving directions.

[It was tough, sure, but like hell he's going to complain about his problems. Least of all to a kid.]

Awwww! You were walking around with a cheagle?

[The mental image is positively adorable.]

You didn't hit him around like Luke did to Mieu, did you?

[He'll just. Ignore the implications of cuteness.]

Why would I hit him? He's just an animal.

[Shrugs.]

You should ask Luke. I think he did it because he thought Mieu's voice was annoying, but maybe he just thinks it's fun!

His voice is annoying. Star isn't as bad, but he doesn't talk nearly as much, either.

[And... well, he understands certain things that most people couldn't. He's a replicated original too, after all.]

I think it's pretty cute! [Says the girl with an equally glass-shattering voice.] How come Star isn't with you today? He needs fresh air too!

I can see now, so I don't need a guide anymore. [It's not like they're attached at the hip or anything, and he's not a dog...] Arietta's probably still at the house, so he can come and go as he pleases.

You let him go out on his own?

Why wouldn't I? He's not exactly a pet. [Even though he kind of is.] I don't keep him locked up all day.

But what if someone steps on him? He's kinda small and hard to see if you aren't paying attention.

Then he'll set them on fire and they won't do it again.

[Seriously he is not seeing the problem here.]

You can't let your pet go around setting people on fire! [Yeah, not buying any of that "not exactly a pet" nonsense.] Besides, he's probably too nice to!

[HE'S NOT A PET OMG ANISE STOPPIT 8|]

He's not my responsibility! He just stays with me.

If he isn't your pet, how come you haven't kicked him out yet?

[She sounds so smug there.]

[Asch lifts a brow at that, unwilling to rise to her baiting. He's here to have a good day, dammit.]

You're not the Fon Master's pet. Why hasn't he kicked you out?

[ W O W .]

Booooo! I'm not an animal! I live where I want!

[But she's determined not to let this get in the way of her point!]

Besides, Ion likes me. Just like you like Star, except you're way too obsessed with looking tough to admit it.

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