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[dissonates]

H... hey... um... replica- I mean, Luke- other me-

.... Whatever!

Can I come stay with you again? I've been with Master Van, and that's okay, but...

.......

I want to talk to you more.

If you don't want me there, it's fine. I'll deal with it.

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[dissonates]

[Asch frowns, then shrugs his shoulders, waiting for Luke to let them in. He tugged his hand reluctantly free, scampering inside.]

I woke up here when I first arrived. I thought someone had caught me so I left right away, but I know it was here.

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[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Ah right, okay. That makes sense.

Well uh... make yourself at home.

[Action]

[dissonates]

[...Make yourself at home? Asch gives the replica a puzzled look, then peers around the room. The house is simple and sparsely decorated, cozy for the most part, but it was no Fabre Manor. Still, it was better than Daath or the wilderness around Choral Castle, so he started to explore, peering in rooms here and there and getting a feel for the place.]

So this is your house, huh...

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[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Sort of... it's the house I woke up in when I arrived here in Luceti. I've been living here ever since.

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[dissonates]

[Asch glances back as Luke sits down, and after a bit more exploring, wanders back over to sit on the other side of the couch, not too far, but not too close, either. Luke is still mostly a stranger after all, even if their faces looked nearly the same.]

It's, uh, a nice house. Even if it is kinda small.

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[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it's not the manor, but it's cozy enough. But it feels more like home when other people are here.

[Action]

[dissonates]

Other people? Like who? Your friends here?

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[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Yeah, at different times. Guy's here, for one.

[Action]

[dissonates]

Guy? O-oh, I think you said so before... but he's big too...?

I feel so out of place...

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[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Yeah... he's 21 now.

It's kind of weird, yeah, but... don't worry about it too much.

[Action]

[dissonates]

21... wow.

[Asch doesn't even notice the gap between them closing, lost in thought about his situation. Living in this house with the replica and Guy, both so much older than he was... it was a little daunting, but he wouldn't be afraid. They'd keep him safe, for sure!]

[Action]

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

But I have no idea what he's doing right now.

Hmm..

[Action]

[dissonates]

[Asch fidgets, suddenly wary under the scrutiny.]

Wh-what? Why are you staring at me like that...?

[Action]

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Sorry... it's nothing.

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[dissonates]

[Asch blushes again, propping his head up on the arm of the couch and looking away.]

F... fine, whatever.

[Action]

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

I don't really remember being ten. So I guess it's just interesting to see what I looked like.

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[dissonates]

[Asch blinks, flustered for a moment before he regains his composure.]

W-well... er... I guess you can look. But don't stare or anything, it's creepy.

[Action]

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

I won't stare. I promise.

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[dissonates]

.... Alright.

[Asch fidgets a little more, eyes averted, then quietly changes the subject.]

H... how are Mother and Father? Are they safe and healthy in the future? And... do they know about me...?

[Action]

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Well, they are both safe... but mother has never really been healthy since you were kidnapped. She gets sick a lot.

And they do know about you, at least in my time they do.

[Action]

[dissonates]

Mother...

[Asch bows his head, trembling a little, trying not to look scared. Seven years without seeing his parents? Seven years alone in Daath, with only Van for company?

At least his replica is kind...]

I-I'm glad they're alive.

[Action]

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

She's okay... father and everyone else takes really good care of her. And seeing you always lifts her spirits.

[Action]

[dissonates]

[Asch tentatively lifts his head, a glimmer of hope entering his gaze.]

I get to see her sometimes? They let me visit, even though I... I'm not their son anymore...?

[Action]

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Yeah... you don't really... like to visit often. But mother and father still believe you're their son. They're always happy when you return to the manor.

[Action]

[dissonates]

I don't? Why? I really want to go home! I can't imagine not wanting to see them... e-even if Father doesn't... want me there.