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[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[Asch has a thing for kitchens is, yet again, hanging out in the kitchen, a glass of milk in front of him as he fights to keep himself awake. he's having a bit of trouble, though, and is resting his head on his arms and almost dozing off...]

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[uppercuts.livejournal.com]

True.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...Our house is really big. It has some extra rooms...

[uppercuts.livejournal.com]

Thanks, kid.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

You're welcome...

[uppercuts.livejournal.com]

You're not too much of a brat after all.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

I just have trouble with people.

[uppercuts.livejournal.com]

...Ah.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...I can't show you the house yet. I don't think I can walk that far.

[uppercuts.livejournal.com]

Why are you so tired anyway?

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...I don't think I should tell.

[uppercuts.livejournal.com]

[ Shrugs. ]

Then don't.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

I know that.

...If you carried me, I think I could get there. I can point the way.

[uppercuts.livejournal.com]

[ Turns, hunkering down a bit. ]

Get on.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

Alright... [carefully climbs up, holding onto him tight]

[uppercuts.livejournal.com]

[ Lifts him up, hooking his arms around his legs and heading out into the lands of Bizarro. ]

Which way?

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

That way. [points him towards the group of houses]

[uppercuts.livejournal.com]

[ Starts off in that direction. ]

Who else lives with you? More Asches?

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

Well... Luke and Asch are the ones who take care of me... Then there's two kid Lukes, and an older Luke, and an Asch.