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[fonicfraccion.livejournal.com]

[A certain fraccion is sitting out by his lonesome, looking rather depressed as he twirled a scalpel between his fingers, before throwing it into the dirt as hard as he could with a faint growl. Of course, him throwing something as hard as he could meant that the scalpel buried itself almost entirely. Another faint sigh escaped from him; he supposed he should pull it back out before one of the children around encountered it, but he didn't have the heart for it.]

[He could use a hug... or a specimen to play with. Either one.]

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[brokenscion.livejournal.com]

...You alright?

[fonicfraccion.livejournal.com]

...I will be fine. I am just not used to dealing with such... annoyances.

[brokenscion.livejournal.com]

...Alright.

Just... Be careful, okay?

[fonicfraccion.livejournal.com]

...concern from you, Asch?

[brokenscion.livejournal.com]

Shut up! I'm not worried about you at all.

[fonicfraccion.livejournal.com]

Hmn... must be my ears.

[smiles faintly in amusement]

[brokenscion.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't be surprised if there was something wrong with them. I'm sure they're not the only defective thing, either.

[fonicfraccion.livejournal.com]

...perhaps I should seek out a version of my master in the next world I end up in. I may indeed need some modifications.

[brokenscion.livejournal.com]

No! You deserve a hell of a lot better than that.

[fonicfraccion.livejournal.com]

...do make up your mind. Either I am defective or I'm not.

[brokenscion.livejournal.com]

Even if you're defective, you're still too good for a Master like that. Everyone is, even me.

[fonicfraccion.livejournal.com]

I have a great respect for my master and his work. Please do not insinuate that he is incompetent.

[brokenscion.livejournal.com]

He's not incompetent. He's just insane.

[fonicfraccion.livejournal.com]

Sanity is overrated. True genius comes from those that were willing to defy the boundaries of logic.

[brokenscion.livejournal.com]

...Right.

So, you enjoy being his little plaything?

[fonicfraccion.livejournal.com]

I am his experiment.

[brokenscion.livejournal.com]

It's the same thing.

[fonicfraccion.livejournal.com]

If you insist. I have no desire to have this argument again.

[brokenscion.livejournal.com]

...Fine.

...I'm not going anywhere, though.

[fonicfraccion.livejournal.com]

That is your choice.

[brokenscion.livejournal.com]

...It is?

[fonicfraccion.livejournal.com]

Of course. I am not holding you here.

[brokenscion.livejournal.com]

And you won't make me leave?

[fonicfraccion.livejournal.com]

You are free to choose if you wish to leave or not.

[brokenscion.livejournal.com]

...Alright. [scoots a bit closer to him after a moment]