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[crimson-asch.livejournal.com]

[lol, past out Asch is passed out on a bed. He doesn't remember ever getting there, but he's not going to complain. He just suddenly became tired. He's been sleeping for some time now, and probably needs to be prodded awake like...now.]

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[hcp-anise.livejournal.com]

[After a searching around a prodding item is found! Using an umbrella this "Anise" begins to poke Asch's side with it.]

[crimson-asch.livejournal.com]

[makes a sound, moving away]

[hcp-anise.livejournal.com]

[Obviously ignoring Asch's request because soon enough Asch should be able to feel the poking again.]

[crimson-asch.livejournal.com]

[ok, the prodding is getting annoying. Going to grab the end of that umbrella and then sit up to glare at 'Anise'] What?

[hcp-anise.livejournal.com]

Get up you loser.

[crimson-asch.livejournal.com]

For what reason?

[hcp-anise.livejournal.com]

Do you even know where you are?

[ameasuredstrike.livejournal.com]

Who the hell sleeps at this hour? [ Jabs him in the back of the head. ]

[crimson-asch.livejournal.com]

[and this would be Asch grabbing the collar of Luke's shirt] And why should that matter to you?

[ameasuredstrike.livejournal.com]

[ His eyes narrow dangerously in response. ] I don't have to tell you.

[crimson-asch.livejournal.com]

Then there's no reason for you to bother me. [roughly pushes him away, sitting up]

[ameasuredstrike.livejournal.com]

[ Stumbles back, resting a hand on his sword. ] You're my original, aren't you? You shouldn't be slacking off all hours of the day like some dreck.

[crimson-asch.livejournal.com]

I doubt I'm your original.

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[crimson-asch.livejournal.com]

[makes a grunting sound from the sudden extra weight on him] [tries to roll him off]

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[crimson-asch.livejournal.com]

... [tries to turn onto his back and sit up]

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[crimson-asch.livejournal.com]

... [starts petting his hair]

[forkimlasca.livejournal.com]

Asch!

[crimson-asch.livejournal.com]

mmm...[Who was that screaming now--...oh]

[forkimlasca.livejournal.com]

Are you okay?

[crimson-asch.livejournal.com]

...[reaches up, holding her hand]

[forkimlasca.livejournal.com]

You don't look well....

[crimson-asch.livejournal.com]

...[slowly sits up]