[Accidental Voice Post]

[dissonates]

[Silence for a while, and then a quiet groan, seemingly out of nowhere; apparently Guy's gone and left Asch's journal open in case he wakes up while no one's around.]

... nngh...








...dammit...


[ooc: awake, but semi-incoherent. Be nice to the poor boy?]

Comments

[dissonates]

Mm...

[knightofratatosk]

Are you all right?

[dissonates]

....I'm fine. [So not.]

[knightofratatosk]

I was so worried about you... you were bleeding so much, and...

[dissonates]

You were there?

[knightofratatosk]

Y-yes, I brought Richter to help heal you because I can't use any magic myself.

[dissonates]

You... oh.

....Thanks, Emil.

[knightofratatosk]

I, um... y-you're welcome...

[dissonates]

I'll have to thank Richter as well, then.

[knightofratatosk]

I can tell him thanks for you if you want.

[dissonates]

...It's better to be direct with these things. I need to learn to talk to more people, anyway.

[knightofratatosk]

I'm sure Richter would appreciate it if you wanted to thank him in person, even though he might not act like it.

[dissonates]

I doubt it'll be a long conversation, either way.

[knightofratatosk]

You're probably right. Richter thinks that putting emotions into words makes them lose their meaning.

[dissonates]

...Sounds like we might get along, then.

[knightofratatosk]

Actually, you might! You two are a lot alike, and Richter really needs some more friends.

[dissonates]

I'm not very good at making friends.

[knightofratatosk]

You can't be that bad at it if so many people were worried about you.

[dissonates]

...It's probably because of Guy.

[knightofratatosk]

What do you mean?

[dissonates]

Guy was upset and needed help, so everyone rushed to him. He's good at making friends and everyone likes him, so of course people help out when he needs it.

[knightofratatosk]

But... we like you too, Asch.

[dissonates]

[knightofratatosk]

... Asch?

[dissonates]

...I still have trouble... understanding that. And accepting it.