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[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[this Asch can be found in a dark corner, very unhappy. So unhappy to the point this Asch is snarling and has arms over chest. A very ample chest. And very ample fangs.] I had thought this was over. [she's lisping, btw, due to the length of her fangs]

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[prismshards]

A..Asch... [ Glances about, pressing himself back as far as possible. ]

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

... A hunt can also be to draw out your prey, swoop in... [kisses him] and take him.

[prismshards]

[ Bites his lip, turning away. ] ...were you planning this the whole time?

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[voice breaking, losing control of her emotions again] No.

[prismshards]

[ Looks back at her and nods, beginning to relax. ]

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

I don't plan the hunts and I never planned on kissing you or... for you to...

[prismshards]

..for me to what? Did I do something you didn't think I would?

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

... want.

[prismshards]

...?

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

... you're not like anyone else. No one else... it shocks me.

[prismshards]

...not even the other mes here are nice to you? I mean, I know how much it hurts to be shunned by people.

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

A difference between nice to and wants.

[prismshards]

Asch...

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

... [picks up the shirts again] Lonely old man... or woman as it is. Heh.

[prismshards]

... [ Slides down a little, catching his breath. ] Nobody can blame you for being lonely. Or for needing things.

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

... [walking back to the room]

[prismshards]

[ Frowns as he finishes picking up, then slowly makes his way back there. ]

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

... [has the door closed, but a light's on and you can hear her moving]

[prismshards]

[ Raps very lightly on the door. ] Asch..? I have a couple more shirts for you.

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[soft noise of her thudding into something and soft swearing]

[prismshards]

[ Knocks louder. ] You okay?

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[yanks the door open] Fine. [looks very slightly embarrassed... shirt's also a little askew]

[prismshards]

[ Holds the clothes out to her, blinking. ]

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[takes them, looking at him]

[prismshards]

What happened?