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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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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. ]

*he's watching you now, Gai, and settles for simply using Guardian to deflect the piece.*

Damnit! [ presses herself against the counter, picking up the last jar to toss his way. poor cookie jars. :[ we hardly knew ye. ]

Heh. *now he seems to be making it into a game, breaking this one with a Fang Blade.*

[ and she just narrowly misses the flying pieces of porcelain. adrenalin pumping through her bloodstream, the only thing she can think to do that doesn't involve rushing him is... pick up a good amount of the pieces and throw them his way all at once. it cuts the hell out of her hands, but she doesn't care. it would be easier to get him to come to her and not end up being injured than the other way around. ]

[e-except... his replica seems to have gotten here in time to step in the way, because he won't let his master get hit D:]

You stupid dreck!

... [bites his lip] Ah...

You have no part in this! Please, let me take care of him. I'm not going to kill him.

[shakes his head slightly, standing in front of Asch]

Stand down, replica!

[shaking a little, clearly torn; he doesn't want his master hurt, but he also doesn't want to disobey... but shakes his head a little again, not moving] I... I can't...