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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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[scionofhispower]

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[fononfailure]

Asch...?

[scionofhispower]

[just... closes his notebook]

[fononfailure]

... *curls up, clinging a little tighter.*

[scionofhispower]

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[fononfailure]

...did I do something wrong?

[scionofhispower]

I'm just thinking.

[fononfailure]

..okay. *reaches for the notebook.* What are you writing down?

[scionofhispower]

That wasn't a cue for you to try to take it.

[fononfailure]

Sorry.

[scionofhispower]

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[fononfailure]

Asch. What's wrong?

[scionofhispower]

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[fononfailure]

...I thought we going to be honest with each other.

[scionofhispower]

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[fononfailure]

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If you're going to do this, then I won't tell you things either.

[scionofhispower]

There's plenty that you already don't.

[fononfailure]

*picks up Mieu and pets him.* Such as?

[scionofhispower]

[fononfailure]

I'm not a mind reader, Asch. Well, we kind of are but that's beside the point. *swings her legs over the arm of the chair, leaning against him.* You want to talk, let's talk.

[scionofhispower]

I never said I want to talk.

[fononfailure]

...you're making me worry.

[scionofhispower]

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[fononfailure]

..fine. I'll leave you be.

[scionofhispower]

[starts to open his notebook again, then stops] Answer one thing. A cure. Is that what you want for yourself, or do you say you want it merely because you feel it's what I want?