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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]

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

[fononfailure]

No. I want you to talk to me.

[scionofhispower]

And I'm in no mood for discussion.

[fononfailure]

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

[scionofhispower]

Return it.

[fononfailure]

Come get it.

[scionofhispower]

Return. It.

[fononfailure]

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

[scionofhispower]

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

[fononfailure]

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

[scionofhispower]

[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...]

[fononfailure]

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

[scionofhispower]

As I said, return it.

[fononfailure]

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

[scionofhispower]

Return it.

[fononfailure]

*whimpers and presses herself against the chair.*

[scionofhispower]

Replica.

[fononfailure]

I'm sorry... I'm sorry....

[scionofhispower]

Return it.

[fononfailure]

*clutches her hair tighter.*

[scionofhispower]

Now!

[fononfailure]

*scrambles over the chair and dashes from the room.*

[scionofhispower]

...

[fononfailure]

*he'll be able to find her under the bed, if he so desires.*