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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]

I'm afraid I still don't know who you mean by "Dot."

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[scionofhispower]

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If you mean my replica, then yes. I suppose you could say that I am "her" Asch.

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[scionofhispower]

... [watching him a bit warily] I take it this isn't how you always look.

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mmmm...

[scionofhispower]

Hm...

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[scionofhispower]

I'm... not really sure.

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[scionofhispower]

You alright, kid?

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[scionofhispower]

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Let's get you something to eat.

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[scionofhispower]

Yeah, I'll make you something.

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[scionofhispower]

Any requests?

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ah...

[scionofhispower]

...Right. Well, we'll figure something out. Come on. [going to start for the kitchen...]

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A-ah.

[scionofhispower]

[he's lucky the kitchen's close. :D]

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[scionofhispower]

...! What are you doing?

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[scionofhispower]

...It's alright, kid. [comes over, going to lift him from under his armpits now, lol]