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[Aaaaand... here we have Asch, walking with a little someone to a nice, cottage-style house amidst gardens and trees; they've both got some supplies, blankets, and clothes, because they're going to have a little sleepover there.

But, for now, they're just walking.]

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I'm sure we'll figure something out.

Mmm. Well, I'll leave you two be and go back to spend the night all by my lonesome. With not a soul to talk to but for a cheagle who says nothing but "mieu"! *gives him a fake whine.*

[nudges her] It's just one night, Luke. And... it was his request.

*leans on him slightly.* I still don't like being away from you. And I know. I hope you two have fun.

[brings an arm around her] I'll be back in the morning. And then I'll show you the place we've found.

You've found somewhere? Do you both like it?

[nods] It's big enough for all of us, but it still reminds me of where we had been staying before.

I'm glad it's similar. I had just started getting used to calling it home..

Mm...? I'd meant that place in Auldrant...

Although... you remember where I'd said I'd been looking, yeah? That's where...

That's what I mean as well. I'd given up on going back to Baticul..

The one with the gazebo? I thought that was back in the other place...

[points... to a very familiar gazebo] It seems to have followed us to here.

... *makes a face, finding the exact gazebo to be here a little creepy.* Just so long as it doesn't come in the house with us.

[laughs] I'm sure we'll be fine. The houses seem to have followed us, as well.

So I see. Why the heck couldn't it toss a sorcerer's ring at us while it's at it?

We'll find something, Luke...

I just miss talking with him.. *reaches up to scratch Mieu's ears.*

I know. We'll find something so that you can.

I'm sure you want to talk with him too, don't you?

[deadpan] Nothing would thrill me more.

*grins and turns, giving him a wave.* Good! He can sleep on your side of the bed, then.

He's your damn pet!

He is not a pet! He's a friend! Technically, I'm already sharing my side, so you can do the same. *sticks her tongue out at him.*

With that thing? No thank you. We'll make it a basket or something.

Besides, if we keep sharing the bed, it kind of hinders... other things.

He isn't a thing either! You act like he's diseased or something.

...though I prefer your idea. I wonder if he'd be upset sleeping in another room.

We'll see when the time comes.