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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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[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[takes it and takes a big bite]

[scionofhispower]

How is it?

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...It's good.

[scionofhispower]

Good. [ruffles his hair]

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...You should try some too.

[scionofhispower]

Hm... alright. [cuts himself a muuuuuuuuuch smaller piece so he can have some, too]

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...That's too small.

[scionofhispower]

I don't really like to have too much.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

Why?

[scionofhispower]

Just a preference.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...Oh.

...A little bit's enough to try it, I guess...

[scionofhispower]

...

Besides, the less I have, the more there is for you.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

It's not my cake, though... It's everyone's cake.

[scionofhispower]

Well, then, the less I have, the more there is for all of you.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...I guess...

[scionofhispower]

...hey, I need you to promise me something, alright?

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...What?

[scionofhispower]

Promise me you won't say you don't want to be with us anymore...

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...I'll try...

[scionofhispower]

[kisses his forehead] We're always going to want you, Asch.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[blushes and looks away]

[scionofhispower]

[raises an eyebrow] Something wrong?

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...You kissed me. [still not looking at him]

[scionofhispower]

That a problem?

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

It's just embarrassing...