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[ Everyone has to eat and Asch is no different. So, sporting an entirely new outfit he found, he's made his way to the kitchen and is currently preparing a few simple sandwiches. ]

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Simple mistake?

I thought she was abandoned and that I would be her new owner.

Being her "new owner" gave you the right to rape her?

Possessions have no say in what their owners wish to do with them.

Possessions? What the hell is wrong with you?

Do not fault me for coming from a world that is different than your own.

Where people can own others as objects? You had no right to assume that Luka was just abandoned and it was all right for you to take her in.

Replicas are nothing more than property where I am from. It is difficult to change years of thinking in such a short time.

You don't seem to even be making an effort.

I do so apologize for hating the thing that stole my life from me for six years.

Oh, don't even start.

You care not for my reasons and I care not for yours.

I... I can't... You raped her. There's a chance she'll get pregnant from this! What then?

As I said, replicas have no say in my world, therefore it can't be considered rape. As she is not mine, what happens to her now is no concern of mine.

It's rape here. ... [ well, she can't help it. she's going to pick up a rather heavy cookie jar next to her and heave it his way. ]

Hmm. *cookie jars, while heavy, aren't exactly very dangerous to one used to living as a God-General. he's just going to block it with his sword's scabbard.*

You wish to fight, do you?

You would fight someone without a sword?

By all means, arm yourself. It isn't as if you don't know who you are after now.

[ at least she's wearing her old, recognizably guy outfit, even if her boobs are almost too big for it now. ] ...My sword is gone.

Shame. There must be other swords you can use if you are so determined.

I just want to hurt you without you fighting back. [ throws another jar at him, even if she knows she'll fail hardcore at hitting him. i-it's the thought that counts. ]

Then you're wasting your time. *swings his scabbard this time, sending pieces of the jar across the floor.*

[ so she'll pick up one of the pieces and attempt to STEATHILY throw it his way as hard as she can. ]

*barely manages to move out of the way, then gives her a cold stare, drawing his sword.* So you want to fight after all.

Not necessarily. [ throws a smaller piece at him, again trying for the stealthy thing. ]