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[scionofhispower]

[Asch will just be over here, sitting in an armchair writing into a notebook. Every so often, he pauses and seems to look off to a corner of the room without seeing anything before going back to writing. Oddly enough, Mieu is with him, and he - amazingly - doesn't seem to mind the fact that the little guy's staying at his side. This might be due to the fact that he's preoccupied with other thoughts, though.]

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[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

What are you doing?

[scionofhispower]

Thinking.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...About what?

[scionofhispower]

...Hm.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...Are you mad at me?

[scionofhispower]

... [shakes his head slightly]

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...Are you sure? I thought you were.

[fononfailure]

*and Luke will be coming up on the side Mieu isn't on to wrap her arms around Asch, resting her chin on his shoulder.* You seem busy.

[scionofhispower]

That's because I am.

[fononfailure]

Mm. What's got your interest?

[scionofhispower]

Just thinking.

[fononfailure]

About what?

[scionofhispower]

...

[ringthedead.livejournal.com]

[scionofhispower]

...

[ringthedead.livejournal.com]

Dooot? Where Dot? Dot here?

[scionofhispower]

...

[ringthedead.livejournal.com]

Dot?

[scionofhispower]

No.

[thepricepaid.livejournal.com]

[shifts restlessly by the door] Asch. Is there juice here?

[scionofhispower]

...? [looks up from his writing, frowns] Probably some in the kitchen.

[thepricepaid.livejournal.com]

No. I looked. [and have already drank all of it]

[scionofhispower]

...I doubt we have any, then.

[thepricepaid.livejournal.com]

[rests his head against the door frame, watching him hungrily]

[scionofhispower]

[just starts writing again]