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[engel]

[ From one of the many hallways comes the sound of a hollow object smacking into something. Repeatedly. Turns out Asch is strolling along, bouncing a ping pong ball off his forehead, of all things, looking more than a little agitated with something or someone. ]

[ NSFW! ]

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[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Asch...?

[engel]

[ On top of having told her to rest, he had been lost in thought and hadn't heard her approach, even with the echoing from her shoes on the tiled floor. Her voice causes the paddle to miss the ball and go flying in her direction. ]

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Gah!

[engel]

[ Lucky thing for the replica! He wasn't about to pry the ball from her forehead. And now he looks to be more annoyed than before. ]

Did I not tell you to keep off your feet or is my memory failing me?

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

I have been keeping off my feet! I was just taking a short walk.

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

[ y hallo thar. Mr. Mechanic is gonna wander down said hallway and tilt his head. rather than call out, he's gonna lean casually against a wall and watch him. ]

[engel]

[ o hay. Asch is in his own little world, scowling at nothing in particular. Thwack. There goes the ball off his head again. ...he has such an unusual way of using his skills. ]

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

...What the hell are you doing?

[engel]

[ Losing control of the ping pong ball, apparently. Incoming! ]

[anemonecruelty.livejournal.com]

...

[engel]

[ His encounters with other versions of himself has been limited and not exactly pleasant, so Asch's voice has him instantly on guard. ]

In a way, it is.

[anemonecruelty.livejournal.com]

....

[engel]

It may be. It is one in which a ball is passed between two players with small, hand held paddles.

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[watches, unimpressed]

[engel]

[ Someone isn't too impressed with you, either. He's getting that feeling up his spine again, leading him to smash the ball in Asch's direction. ]

You.

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[manages to dodge enough that the ball just bounces off his shoulder] You.

[engel]

[ Catches the ball as it bounces by. ] What do you want?

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

Oh hey there, A... sch? Uh.

[engel]

[ Snatches the ball after it bounces off his head once more. ] What do you want?

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

... uh. What the hell?

[engel]

If you have something to say, then say it.

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

[engel]

I never said anything about you being wrong, only that it's fruitless to waste energy fretting over it without taking action to correct it! [ Hurls the pillow into the wall, causing a book to fall of a shelf. ]

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

[ flinches, likely looking very small beneath him suddenly ]

[engel]

... [ Smaller than normal, given his slight frame. Sighs, placing both hands on the bed and letting his wings droop. ] We will. But first I need to be presentable.