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[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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[shakes his head slightly]

*slams a hand down on the arm of the chair, turning to glare.* Why not??

... [nope, not answering]

... *flies out of the chair and whips the notebook from his hand.* Talk to me, dammit!

I'd watch myself if I were you.

What are you going to do? *goes back to her chair.*

[there... might be a fire at your feet]

*doesn't move, only crosses her arms.* You aren't that kind of person.

Do not test me.

If you'd hurt your own child then you aren't the Asch that's pulled me through all this.

Hn. If you don't want to risk it, then go the hell away.

No. I want you to talk to me.

And I'm in no mood for discussion.

....fine. *hugs the notebook to her chest, feet kicking absently.*

Return it.

Come get it.

Return. It.

*shoves it behind her back.* It's right here. Get it yourself.

[He's about two seconds from using Icicle Rain.]

You're mad at me, you won't talk to me. I don't care.

[Yeah, and there it is; somehow, he manages to cast it so that it won't skewer her or anything, but she might get nicked...]

Ah! *covers her head with her arms, until one gets nicked and she curls up and cowers, shaking.*

As I said, return it.

*doesn't hear, too busy trying to make herself as small as possible.*

Return it.