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[anemonecruelty.livejournal.com]

[Asch has...gotten himself lost. He could've sworn he had memorize the path from his room to the outside and would be able to get himself back. Its become apparent that he was wrong to believe that, as he leans against a wall in a random hallway, cursing under his breath in German.]

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[democratics.livejournal.com]

Oh, you've found your clothes?

[anemonecruelty.livejournal.com]

[turns towards the voice]

[democratics.livejournal.com]

May I have my coat back then? It was expensive, and it'd be a shame if I lost it.

[anemonecruelty.livejournal.com]

...

[democratics.livejournal.com]

... I let you borrow it yesterday. I'd really like it back, please.

[anemonecruelty.livejournal.com]

[democratics.livejournal.com]

Oh, my name is Guy. We met yesterday.

...You were an animal looking for clothes, but you turned back into a human. You were naked so I lend you my coat.

[obsidianmotion]

*I'm sorry, only not really.* Do all of the others enjoy talking to themselves or is that something unique to you?

[anemonecruelty.livejournal.com]

[frowns, recognizing the voice as if it was his own, minus the accent.]

[obsidianmotion]

As pathetic as the worthless drecks, it seems. He always ends up wandering until I have to drag his sorry ass back. *smirks, leaning against the wall opposite of him.* That much is obvious to even idiots.

[anemonecruelty.livejournal.com]

...[really doesn't like this Asch now]

[obsidianmotion]

There is nothing more to say to such inferior trash.

[anemonecruelty.livejournal.com]

... [starts feeling his way around again, changing his mind about going to his room and hopes he'll stumble across the piano room now.]

[tearsfrozen.livejournal.com]

[ sees this and reaches out to him, only to stop and scratch the wall, greeting him ]

[anemonecruelty.livejournal.com]

[stops, turning towards the sound] ...

[tearsfrozen.livejournal.com]

[ taps the wall a few times, then reaches out to write "yes" on his shoulder ]

[anemonecruelty.livejournal.com]

...[leans against the wall, extending his palm out]

[tearsfrozen.livejournal.com]

[ smiling a little, shaking his head and writing on his palm "Where were you going?" ]

[anemonecruelty.livejournal.com]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

Hey, something wrong?

((Because she's drooling over the piano, sorry))

[anemonecruelty.livejournal.com]

[turns his head slightly to her voice]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

Don't think so. Ana. I'll just assume you're Asch.

[anemonecruelty.livejournal.com]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

Him. *the soft smile should be obvious in her voice* Yes, I am.

[anemonecruelty.livejournal.com]

[leans against the wall]