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[ Remaining idle has never been one of Asch's strong points at any time in his life, so it should come as no surprise that he would find a way to spend his spare time doing something productive. As of late you might have seen the winged original bustling about hither and tither, to and fro, and even yonder as he transported -- among other things -- a great many boxes, several types of food, and a boatload of furniture. All this was being taken in the direction of a city located near the ocean's shoreline, to an outdoor cafe that would give a hole in the wall a bad name.

Only one small (if tasty-smelling) box remains to be taken from the apartments to said cafe. You're free to catch him anywhere along the way, with his hair neatly braided and sporting a spotless, ruffle-free apron. Mock at your own risk, drecks. ]

[ooc: My internet is being a wonky POS, so replies might be sporadic. D:]

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That explains your back and the blood loss, yes. However...

[ Yanks an arm up so they both can see one of the nicks caused by crazy!Tokunaga. ] I can see it was hardly as simple a matter as falling.

[Doesn't even quite fuss about the arm, though he does inhale sharply in alarm.] ... [Stares at the cut with a mixed conglomeration of emotion, eventually turning away from it.] ...can we not, right now?

[ Considers him for a while in silence before releasing him and somehow manages to squish himself into a compact bundle against the sofa, staring at the drab fabric. ] ...as you please.

... [Watches him for a while before laying beside him.] ...just not right now.

...it's your choice on whether you wish to divulge what you've been up to. [ Sulking what. Not at all. ]

Not like you ever tell me what's wrong. [Sulks right back.]

I don't recall there ever being anything wrong. [ Wiggles around until he's also on his stomach. ]

Then what makes you think there's a problem now?

You had to get those injuries from somewhere. ..or should I say someone?

[Sighs quietly, and eventually sits up.] ...I know it's probably because you were never really conditioned to share your personal life, but it gets kind of irritating when I'm expected to share every detail of every waking hour of my life-- whether I want to or not --with someone who I know everything and nothing about.

[Reaches out before he can respond, running his hand over Asch's cheek before standing.] ...I love you, don't get me wrong, but this isn't something I feel like talking about right now. And you're not going to push until I crack open and sob at you like a girl this time. ...for both of us, I'm not getting into it.

I.. [ Quickly slips both arms around his waist as he gets up, twisting his fingers in the fabric. ] ...you have every right to be angry with me for a lot of things. But you're my-- a replica of me.

[ Lapses into an awkward silence while he tugs. ] It pisses me off to think you're covering for somebody who hurt you, but it's your choice and you must have a reason. So just.. don't go running about until you've had time to rest. [ Shifts, leaving the "please" unspoken yet very much there. ]

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[Sighs again, though it cascades into an irritated grunt as he flops back to sit on the couch.] You worry too much, and then you turn around and get all grumpy when I say you're adorable or I try to worry back and it drives me crazy! [Reaches out again, taking him by both sides of his face and shaking him a little.] Be selfish, for once in your life. Talk to me about you. Ignore me for a minute and vent. Every time you've tried I've flipped a table because you'd wound up hitting me or something, but we can never compromise on a time that's convenient for either of us. This needs to stop.

Being called adorable is nothing short of embarrassing, you realize. [ Lets one leg slide off to the side and drapes his other around Luke's backside, almost curled up against his chest until his face is assaulted. ] Hey-- watch it. You should know better by now than to think any sort of interaction between the two of us will be less than frustrating, dreck. It's inevitable when we're similar in all the wrong ways. [ Bats his hands away, sagging sideways into the cushions with a soft whine. ]

...it's something Father mentioned in passing.

I'll give you that. ... [Sighs, going quiet.]

Who gives a damn what he thinks, he doesn't know either of us. [Sulk.]

[ Rolls his eyes and tugs on a tail of hair. ] Not like that. When I was little... he said that to be a respectable leader, one has to retain their position of power at all times. Never show weakness. Van's teaching was along the same line. I thought that... [ Drops his head onto a shoulder, grumbling into it. ]

Like I said, you were never conditioned to be open. ...I can't say it's okay, but I'll get over it. It just stings like a bitch that you won't-- can't --open up to me. Dad and Van... that was years ago. It's pompous of me to assume that maybe I've gained enough of your trust to surpass that, but... [Clonks his head against Asch's.] I keep hoping maybe eventually, you'll give me something.

[ Jerks upright so abruptly that their heads knock together in the process and glares at him through a grimace. ] You idiot! What the hell do you think I'm attempting to do right this very instant? You said you wanted to know about me, so I'm telling you what's on my mind now. What more are you after?

Well you kind of stopped before you got to anything I didn't already know. [Rubs at the spot where their heads collided.]

I was getting there until you interrupted me. [ Shakes his wings out before folding them in. ] How I got stuck caring about an insufferable brat, I'll never know.

I've wondered the same thing for a long time, trust me.

It's one question that will never have any logical answer.

[Nods a bit, eventually closing his eyes over and sliding to fold up on his side on the couchthing.] ... mm.

[ Drops his face into Luke's mop of hair with a quiet sigh, tugging him away from the edge and closer to himself in the process. ]

[Grunts a bit, but settles against the other with some minor difficulty and falls silent.]

...do your wings still hurt?

/echoes that sentiment

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