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[dissonates]

Alright, so the festival isn't a complete disaster. I forgot how long it's been since I actually went to something like this.

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[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

...mm. I suppose that's true.

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[dissonates]

....So why did you tell me all of that?

[Private]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

Well...I was there when you were afraid.

I guess I thought you should repay the favor and hear about my fears, too.

[Private]

[dissonates]

....

Hey... are you in the house?

[Private]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

Yep.

[Private]

[dissonates]

Is... it alright if I see you?

[Private]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

Well it would get a little awkward around here if it wasn't, don't you think?

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[dissonates]

Guy.

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[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

Did that sound like a no?

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[dissonates]

Why are you so afraid of a serious conversation?

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[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

It's not so much serious conversation that I'm afraid of.

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[dissonates]

... You can say no if you want. I won't get angry.

[Private]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

That's not it at all.

You can come see me. I'm in my room.

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[dissonates]

...Alright.

[And Asch is at the door a minute later eh.]

[Action]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

[Hell boy, that was quick. Guy's lying back on his bed, arms behind his head and an ankle balanced on a bent knee.]

Come in.

[Action]

[dissonates]

[He wasn't lurking by the door or anything. Asch slips in, shutting the door behind him, and lingers by it for a moment, not too sure of himself just yet.]

[Action]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

[Then he's probably going to be standing for a while, since Guy isn't moving and his eyes are closed.]

[Action]

[dissonates]

[Well, damn. Eventually Asch figures this out and steps over to the bed, turning around and sitting down on it, looking at the floor.]

...What're you afraid of?

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[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

[And it's another good long while before Guy answers; his eyes open to stare at the ceiling, lips barely moving as he murmurs his answer.]

...I dunno. Feels like...something inside me will twist and break off...it doesn't make any sense.

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[dissonates]

... Maybe it does.

[Asch's fingers tense in the bedsheets, just a little.]

I don't understand it either.

[Action]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

Mm.

[Guy shifts his weight. His leg rests against Asch's back.]

[Action]

[dissonates]

[Asch doesn't move away from it. His hands move, sliding away from the sheets to meet on his knees, clasping together.]

[Action]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

[Nice try, Asch. But Guy is going to wait this one out.]

[Action]

[dissonates]

[Guy, you bastard.

Asch keeps his mouth shut for a while, then leans back a bit to put some of his weight on Guy's leg.]

...It felt good.

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[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

[Guy turns his head and watches Asch for a while before sighing, a little exasperated. He frees the arm closest to Asch from beneath his head and reaches around the teenager's side, hand sliding down his wrist to clasp Asch's hand.]