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[Asch is in the kitchen yet again, this time holding a bag of ice up to his cheek and eye, face blank as he does so]

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[scionofhispower]

Did I hurt you?

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...It's not your fault... She just hit really hard...

[scionofhispower]

[rubs his back] It'll be alright.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...I know...

[scionofhispower]

...hey. Give me a hug, kiddo.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...Okay... [hugs him]

[scionofhispower]

[holds him tight, lifting him up and carrying him over to the counter to set him up on there]

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[clings tightly to him when he's lifted, still holding tight when he's set down]

[scionofhispower]

[ruffles his hair] How about we get you something to take your mind off of this...?

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...Like what?

[scionofhispower]

Like some cake.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...That would be good.

[scionofhispower]

Alright.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

Are you going to make it?

[scionofhispower]

If you'd like me to.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...I'd like you to.

[scionofhispower]

Alright. Which type would you like?

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...Not chocolate. I've had a lot of chocolate.

[scionofhispower]

Maybe something with strawberry?

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

Strawberry sounds good.

[scionofhispower]

Alright. Would you like to help make it?

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

I really can?

[scionofhispower]

Of course. I'd like it if you'd help.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

Okay. [hugs]

[scionofhispower]

[hugs him]