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[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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*smiles at the sight, coming over to carefully pick him up.*

[blinks up at her sleepily]

Hey there. Kind of picked an odd place for a nap, didn't you?

I wasn't trying to take a nap... I was going to get some food, but I'm too tired.

*sets him down on the counter and starts gathering some things.* Tired? What have you been doing to exhaust yourself so much?

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

...Asch. I won't be mad at you.

...I don't want to say.

Asch, you can talk to me about anything.

You'll hurt him.

....

If someone did something to make you think that, then I probably should hurt them.

No, you shouldn't. If you do I'll hate you.

Who did what, Asch?

I'm not telling.

Tell me, or I'll draw my own conclusions and act on them.

Edited 2008-08-27 23:00 (UTC)

No, I won't tell! You can't make me!

I don't plan to make you. I can figure out things on my own. *quickly throws a sandwich together for him and picks him up.*

Put me down! [struggles to get away]

No. *heads off to their house and up to his room, where she deposits him on the bed.* You get some rest.

No, I don't want to.

I doubt you'll have much choice. Now eat. *hands him the sandwich and turns to leave.*

[throws the sandwich on the floor and glares after her]

*shoots him an annoyed look over her shoulder, closing the door behind her.*

[gets up as soon as she closes the door and opens the window, trying to decide how easily he can escape]

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