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[prideforgotten.livejournal.com]

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[sitting out on a bench with no regards to the fact that it was cold, Asch can be found without his tabard and shirt partially undone. He's staring intently at the snow falling, fiddling with something in his hand. Look to be paper that he kept folding and folding until he couldn't fold it anymore, which he would then unfold it and start the folding process again. There were already a few scraps of paper around him that became too battered to be folded anymore]

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[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

Why are you doing that?

[prideforgotten.livejournal.com]

Hm?

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

Why are you folding that? It's stupid.

[prideforgotten.livejournal.com]

...[just going to keep folding that paper and stare at the snow falling]

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...It's just snow.

[prideforgotten.livejournal.com]

[fold. fold. fold...]

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...You're weird. Why aren't you talking?

[prideforgotten.livejournal.com]

Is there something you want, kid?

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

I just wanted to know why you were doing that.

[prideforgotten.livejournal.com]

...No particular reason.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...Oh.

Why are you so quiet?

[prideforgotten.livejournal.com]

What's it to you if I'm quiet or not?

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

I'm just bored and wanted to talk to someone.

[unworthyofpride.livejournal.com]

... [ well. Karma sees this, frowns, wanders inside, and wanders back outside with a pair of over-sized fleecy blankets, one of which he throws over Asch's head. ] You'll catch your death out here dressed like that, 'tard.

[prideforgotten.livejournal.com]

[stops folding the paper for a moment, losing his train of thought when the blanket was thrown onto him] hm?

[unworthyofpride.livejournal.com]

[ hands on his hips ] You. Will get sick. And I don't feel like dealing with that. So there. [ gestures to the blanket, perching on the arm of the bench and hugging his own blanket to him ] Keep warm, you twit.

[prideforgotten.livejournal.com]

...[pulls the blanket off his head and wraps it around him, going back to folding paper] That all?

[unworthyofpride.livejournal.com]

[ watches for a while, satisfied with Asch's caretaking ] ...And if it weren't?

[prideforgotten.livejournal.com]

...[just keeps folding that paper]

[unworthyofpride.livejournal.com]

... [ eyes him, but remains quiet ]

[prideforgotten.livejournal.com]

What else?

[unworthyofpride.livejournal.com]

...Nothing, really. I'm just checking on you.

[prideforgotten.livejournal.com]

Tch, right. [fold, fold, fold...with more agitated hands though]

[unworthyofpride.livejournal.com]

[ eyes the folding ] Would you prefer I not?

[prideforgotten.livejournal.com]

Do what you want. [as he makes another fold, it tears. Hm, guess it couldn't be folded anymore. Tossing that one aside, he tears out another piece of paper from a blank book he had brought with him and starts the folding process again]