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[thepricepaid.livejournal.com]

[for some reason, he hears the Jaws theme stuck in his head. He doesn't know why, or even what this music he hears is. Just that he hears it, and that he feels a little uneasy. But given the amount of predators around the dressing room, and his backbone definitely becoming very Asch-like, where he's resting should be fun soon...]

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[fononfailure]

...how are you, Asch?

[thepricepaid.livejournal.com]

Well. How are you?

[fononfailure]

That's great. I'm doing better.

[thepricepaid.livejournal.com]

That's good to know. Are you...?

[fononfailure]

Hmm?

[thepricepaid.livejournal.com]

*gestures to the chest area*

[fononfailure]

Ah.. I'm still a guy, yeah.

[thepricepaid.livejournal.com]

Won't that be bad for you in the long run?

[fononfailure]

I don't know. It's not as if I'm still like this because I want to be. Though it is convient.

[thepricepaid.livejournal.com]

[looks at him, questioning]

[fononfailure]

...? What is it?

[thepricepaid.livejournal.com]

Convenient?

[fononfailure]

I don't have to worry about him like this. And guys don't have to worry about what they wear.

[thepricepaid.livejournal.com]

And if you stay like that too long?

[fononfailure]

I don't know. I've never been a guy since I died.

[thepricepaid.livejournal.com]

[looks almost... upset]

[sovereigngale.livejournal.com]

My, my.

[thepricepaid.livejournal.com]

[eh, close enough]

... yes?

[sovereigngale.livejournal.com]

You are...Asch correct?

[thepricepaid.livejournal.com]

[lifts his chin slight] I am. Is there a problem?

[sovereigngale.livejournal.com]

Oh there is no problem.

[thepricepaid.livejournal.com]

Then why did you come ask?

[sovereigngale.livejournal.com]

No particular reason.

[thepricepaid.livejournal.com]

[glares at him]

[sovereigngale.livejournal.com]

Now don't look at me like that when I haven't done anything to you.