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[anemonecruelty.livejournal.com]

[Sitting up on his bed, Asch was staring blankly down at the floor not blinking. A blanket was wrapped around him.]

Ich wusste es die ganze Zeit... [tightens his hold on the blanket, looking almost like he was in great distress.]

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[gardeniaviridis.livejournal.com]

[Half an hour of searching and Ion still isn't entirely certain where he is, nor how he got here, and all he can be grateful for is that he's not sick enough that he can't walk around. Coughing quietly, he approaches Asch's bedroom door, lifts his hand, and knocks. Maybe there'll be someone in here...]

Hello?

[Don't mind him if he sounds a little tired and more than a little worried; he is.]

[anemonecruelty.livejournal.com]

...[he can just vaguely hear him coughing and the door knocking. He couldn't quite recognize the voice.]

[gardeniaviridis.livejournal.com]

[Ion perked up at the sound of someone inside, and he raised his voice to be more easily heard.]

Oh, thank goodness! I'm lost and I'm not sure how I got here. My name is Ion, and I was wondering if you could help me...

[More coughing goes here, but it's not a bad cough, yet.]

[anemonecruelty.livejournal.com]

...[did he hear that right, Ion?]

[he hears his coughing...it couldn't have been. He stands, a hand following the outline of the bed and wall to the door. It takes him a while but he reaches the door and slowly opens it]

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Yes, that's me!

[Ion falls silent at the sound of someone moving around inside and waits patiently, and while there's a startled silent when Asch opens the door, Ion brightens immediately upon recognizing him.]

Asch!

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... [He seems astonished by this. He extends his hand out]

[gardeniaviridis.livejournal.com]

I do!

[Ion reaches out and carefully takes Asch's hand in both of his own. It doesn't strike him as slightly odd that Asch isn't certain it's really him; he assumes it must be because Asch isn't certain someone isn't playing a trick on him. His smile is likely obvious in his voice when he speaks.]

We've exchanged many letters, and you've mailed me recordings of your music before as well.

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

*as if pinged by the German, a now girl!Metalhead peers into the bedroom, and sees Asch. curious about him, she steps in an approaches him*

...Entschuldigen sie mich...?

[anemonecruelty.livejournal.com]

... [He does not look directly at her, still staring at the floor]

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

Ich fragte mich gerade, ob Sie o.k. waren...

((Yeah, so. Online translators. Probably not one of the best things for translating, but ffff what can you do. xD))

[anemonecruelty.livejournal.com]

...Lass mich in Ruhe. [derp, he's too unhappy with himself to be happy to meet a fellow german >: ]

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

... *this is Metalhead we're talking about. like she's going to leave him* Aber...

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...

[tearsfrozen.livejournal.com]

[comes by and taps on the door, casually]

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...

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[frowns, scratching]

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...

[tearsfrozen.livejournal.com]

[comes over, touching his shoulder]

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[starts]

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...[closes his eyes]

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[opens his eyes again. They were glazed over again.]

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