dissonates | [Voice]

[FFFFFFFFFFFFFFF LOVER ON FIRE]

[IN THE KITCHEN WITH A BUCKET OF WATER HOLD ON ASCH GUY'LL SAVE YOU]

[DON'T YOU DARE YOU IDIOT]

[TOO LATE. ...Wait, the fire's not going out.

OH NO IT WASN'T ENOUGH WATER! Guy rips his jacket off and rushes Asch, tackling him to the floor-

Or he would, if he didn't seem to fly right through Asch instead. And OW DAMN IT OW his ears are ringing- Guy claps his hands to them, gritting his teeth.]

[....Um. What. Cue facepalming flaming man.]

You idiot, I'm not on -fire-.

[That's kind of all white noise, Asch, very fuzzy. Guy slowly lowers his ears, shaking his head; ugh, nauseous.]

Wh-what's going on...?

[Well, good thing seventh fonons are the healing ones. Asch crouches beside Guy and grazes his hand over his forehead, hopefully dispersing the resonance effect.]

I'm not sure, but I think I'm Lorelei.

[Oh hey, that's better. Might've broken his brain though.]

...what?

[Small shrug. Not his fault.]

All I can feel is seventh fonons. A gathering of seventh fonons is Lorelei, isn't it?

[Still kind of broken but what the hell, let's go with this.]

...yeah.

Probably another experiment. I don't know how long this will last.

[Guy sits there for a minute before reaching forward to drag his hand through Asch, curious.]

[Asch bristles, fonons flaring outwards, voice taking something of a musical lilt.]

H-hey! Guy, that feels weird...!

[Guy jerks back, examining his hand for any damage, but upon not finding any just kind of smiles up at Asch.]

This is kind of cool.

[If his skin were visible, Asch would be blushing.]

It's not cool, it's unnatural. They should've done this to the replica.

I dunno, I think either of you would've been fine. [Guy does it again, even with Asch being all sdlfkjsdf about it.]

[Asch flails; you get a little fonic zap for being invasive, you jerk. Sort of like a static shock, only sound-related.]

[OW okay fine! Jerk.]

[Asch fidgets and looks away.]

S... sorry. I can't really control it.

[Hmm...Guy only half believes you Asch, since he's pretty sure at least a bit of that was intentional. But he loves you so he'll forget it.]

So what now? We just wait this out?

I guess. It's not like we've ever been able to reverse what the Malnosso have done to us before.

[Unfair as it is, it's true. And he's already getting more irritated with it. He doesn't like being incorporeal, dammit.]

[Guy's kind of at a loss here, now.]

...it's not so bad. Your voice sounds good, anyways.

...Hn.

[Asch lifts a hand, watching as the fonons kind of wisp around like a flame, definitely weirded out.]

I guess it could have been worse.

Could've turned into a liger. [Guy sounds awfully chipper at the prospect.] Torn my head clean off.

[Asch smirks. It might just be visible in all the fuzziness of the fonons.]

I bet you'd taste good.

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