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[Asch is in a really lousy mood so he's lurking around house 50, sort of playing in the snow, except it's Asch and he doesn't do that. :| So he's mostly poking around looking VERY GRUMPY. Bother at your own risk.]

Stupid, stupid...

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[You are so, so lucky he didn't notice, doggy, because instead of kicking you out the door with no chicken he's gonna crouch down and pet your back. Good dog. ...Sort of.]

[reversedarkness.livejournal.com]

What's the matter now?

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[Oh crap, journal.]

Nothing you'd be interested in.

[reversedarkness.livejournal.com]

Uh huh.

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...What the hell is with that tone?

[reversedarkness.livejournal.com]

What tone?

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You don't believe me?

[reversedarkness.livejournal.com]

Believe you about what?!

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Just forget it and go away!

[reversedarkness.livejournal.com]

Jeez, fine.

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[divinepooch.livejournal.com]

[Hopefully, she'll be on her way before anyone else notices, although she'd love to stick around and see his reaction. She has a feeling he'd literally kick her out the door, though, and she doesn't wanna deal with that. So instead of that, she finishes up her chicken (even tosses a piece in the air and snaps it up with her mouth), she wags her tail at him before looking at the door.]

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[Wonderful, that's all it wanted. Asch refrains from sighing and heads over to open the door for her. The petting wasn't so bad but trying to interpret a dog that didn't talk was too much of a challenge for him to manage in a bad mood. Out you go, doggy. He might sneak a final pat on your way by. :|]

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Finally.

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[divinepooch.livejournal.com]

[Oh, it's not like she was trying to talk to you much anyway. Except to call you a Cockatiel. She looks back at him at that final pat, and there seems to be another smile on her face before she turns and heads out. See ya later, and do something about those kitty whiskers, will ya?]

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[Oh, he'll notice them... eventually. Probably. Come back again someday, doggy~]

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[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

[Under normal circumstances, Guy would push the issue in that passive way he does but right now he just can't muster the energy to really try. Asch'll tell him if he says silent anyhow.]

Mmm.

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[And for once Asch is going to defy Guy-logic and not give an answer, turning back to Guy and brushing a hand through his hair. He feels warm, nearly feverish.]

...If doesn't matter. You need to be resting.

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[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

[A snort.]

I am resting. You can talk and I can listen, and that'd still be resting.

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I mean you should be sleeping. You'll probably feel a lot better if you do.

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[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

[Oh fff, don't give Guy that angry face, Asch.]

You could tell me what's bothering you and put my mind at ease so I can sleep.

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[Dammit, Guy, now he feels bad.]

Fine. Some woman called Elda Marker thinks that Luke shares my 'blood' and that makes him my brother.

[A bit more quietly, now.]

...And she said he doesn't have anything because he's a replica.

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[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

Ooh. [Ouch; Guy got the feeling that Elda wasn't one to pull her verbal punches, but that was just...not a good thing to say to Asch.]

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[Yeah, no kidding. Asch is trying not to go on another ranty tangent, but he's obviously unhappy.]

I've been trying, haven't I? I've changed my opinion of him a hell of a lot already. Can't I do it at my own pace without getting rushed by some ageless hag who gets a kick out of meddling? No stranger will ever have to right to tell me who my family is.

[Not even Guy could tell him that, and he'd lost his family, too. Elda knew nothing, nothing at all.]

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[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

[Well don't worry, Guy is an expert in smoothing ruffled cockatiel feathers. So he just kind of snuggles close, his cheek against Asch's chest, and lightly kisses it.]

M'proud of you.

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... Wh... what? Why?