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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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[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

[ nods ]

[engel]

I see. [ Talk about making things even more awkward than before. ]

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

[engel]

Did something happen between you two?

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

[ shakes his head ]

[engel]

You lose him again. [ Nods, partially to himself. ] I can't imagine you taking him for granted.

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

[engel]

Do you honestly believe you are the only one who does that? There's no reason to who comes or goes, it's pure chance. You're beating yourself up over nothing.

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

[ idly puts a hand to his forehead and nods ]

[engel]

Why? Because you have doubts about yourself, the same as any Luke- no, as any person?

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

...

[engel]

[ Glares at him. ] Shall I attempt to smack you with the ball, then?

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

[engel]

That doesn't mean I won't succeed on a second try.

[ Looks him over, judging. ] I feel the need to ask this every time I see you, but have you been eating?

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

[ sort of half-laughs ]

[engel]

You had better have some form of food by the next time we meet, or I won't hesitate to force it upon you. I refuse to be the one to inform your Asch that his replica shriveled up and blew away due to a lack of food.

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

... [ smiles ]

[engel]

[ Snorts, looking off down the hall. ] One replica is enough to look after. I don't need others. [ Lies. He's worried. ]

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

[engel]

I'm beginning to despise that word.

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

... [ just shuts up, then. ]

[engel]

Thank you. [ Hair ruffle time. ]

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

[ flinches ] ...Mm.

[engel]

... [ He saw that. ] Why don't you come home with me?

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

...you're always asking that.