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[dissonates]

"Lovely assistant", my ass.

Don't expect any masterpieces at the bar tonight.


[ooc: As Guy stated, Asch is looking after Grumpy Good Spirits for the night. People are free to visit him or just bother him via journals. He'll bitch either way, I'm sure.]

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[Asch blinks at that, surprised. Then he smiles, hands going back to Guy's sides, moving only his thumbs up and down as if tempting fate.]

Ticklish, huh?

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Excuse me sir, I was kind of busy. [Guy grabs Asch's hands, pinning them palm-down against the bed before returning his attention to Asch's chest, this time scraping his teeth over the skin as a sort of backwards punishment.]

[Action]

[dissonates]

[Okay, if you want to be that way, he'll cooperate. Not. You've brought out the playful side, Guy, and so Asch is gonna use that awesome flexibility of his to curve a leg around Guy's waist and use his toes instead.]

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[SPAZZ

STOP TICKLING ME]

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[dissonates]

[NO IT'S HILARIOUS]

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[NO STOP

THIS BED IS SLIPPERY]

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[dissonates]

[Well damn, that's just too bad, isn't it, because Asch is having fun for once in his life please and thank you.]

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[sdflksjdfl FALLING]

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[WHUMPF.]









...ow.

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[dissonates]

[Whoops. Still shaking a bit from silent laughter, Asch rolls to peer over the edge, chin resting on his crossed arms.]

Clumsy.

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Bastard.

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[dissonates]

Careful. I'm sensitive.

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[Grumble.] Like hell you are- [And this is when Guy vaults up and tackles Asch on the bed.]

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[dissonates]

[Watch it, Guy; Asch isn't exactly a pushover, and he doesn't like losing. TUSSLE TIME.]

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[Whatever!

Okay so uh. Maybe Guy is strong yeah, but he's kind of built for speed, and he's not a professional soldier and even though he's taller they're...kind of laying down.]

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[dissonates]

[And Asch has been training professionally since he was ten instead of chasing down idiot replicas. You're getting tossed off the bed again, blondie.]

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[WHUMPF.]








...damn it.

[Action]

[dissonates]

[And have an Asch looking over the edge again, smirking like mad.]

Care to try that again?

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[Yeah, pride is shot.]



No.

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[dissonates]

...Aren't you going to come back up?

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[Fff.]

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..... [Pout. Asch is leaving the edge now.]

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[dissonates]

[Rustle rustle.]

[Action] 3/3

[dissonates]

[Here Guy, have some pants on your head.]

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[.....

Would you look at that. The bed has suddenly become so much more appealing. JOINING YOU NOW ASCH]