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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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[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

It's that way... [points the right way, then comes closer to her so she can help him there]

[nylonspica.livejournal.com]

[She scoops him up.] Okay. [She begins heading in the direction he pointed.] Is there someone there waiting for you?

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

I don't know... They might not be home right now.

[nylonspica.livejournal.com]

If they're not there. I'll stay with you until someone arrives.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...Really?

[nylonspica.livejournal.com]

Sure.

Are we still headed the right way?

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

Yeah... Just turn when we go around that corner.

[nylonspica.livejournal.com]

Right. [She turns at the corner holding him close.]

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[clings tightly to her as they walk]

[nylonspica.livejournal.com]

So what's your name.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

Asch.

[nylonspica.livejournal.com]

Asch... you're a little boy.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

Yeah... I am. Why?

[nylonspica.livejournal.com]

N-no reason. [She mistook him for a little girl.]

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...Okay.

...Were you always a girl?

[nylonspica.livejournal.com]

Of course, what would make you think otherwise?

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

Because all the other Asches are boys, not girls.

[nylonspica.livejournal.com]

Asches...

Right those people and you. [She has a quick look around.] Are we still headed the right way?

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

Yeah... See those houses over there? [points]

[nylonspica.livejournal.com]

One of those. [walking towards the houses.] Which one?

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

The biggest one.

[nylonspica.livejournal.com]

A lot of people must live with you... [She walks a bit faster towards that house.]

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

Yeah, there are a lot. We each have our own room, even.

[nylonspica.livejournal.com]

Must be a lot of work to keep the whole place clean... and... don't any of you wish to return to your homes?

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

I can't go home anymore, and I don't want to live with Master Van.