ASCH

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WEEK ZERO: SATURDAY EVENING

[stormsoff]

[ IT'S BEEN .................................. A DAY.

And Isaac doesn't want to go back to his room yet to sleep on the floor so he's here in the lounge instead. He's back by the cabinets, with a bottle in one hand and a glass in the other.





You might also hear a sniffle from him.





Is this child drinking by himself. ]

[getdrekt]

[night is the perfect time to investigate that which has not been investigated yet, and with considerably fewer annoying people pestering him and generally being anywhere within eyesight or earshot.

and here's this crying drunk child? what is WRONG with all the children here holy hell]

Hey.

What are you doing.

[besides the obvious.

It's flat, more of a "you're in my way" sort of statement than one really wanting to get into the nitty gritty emotions of whatever is going on here.]

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[ Isaac absolutely JUMPS OUT OF HIS SKIN, rushing to scrub his face and in so doing knocking over his glass




which was orange juice? the bottle he's holding

is just orange juice.


fucking leans on the cabinet clutching his chest with one hand staring at asch like asch is a crazy person. And there's just. Orange juice, everywhere. ]

... drinking ... juice???

WEEK ZERO: MONDAY EVENING

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[ It isn't that he goes looking for Asch, exactly.

Isaac does want to talk to him, two days later and a lot of conversations about how he got hurt under his belt. But he didn't expect to actually find him, at least not this easily. Cue Isaac absolutely freezing in the doorway of the study when he spots that very familiar red hair.



... he'll swallow and lower his chin and say: ]

Hey.

[getdrekt]

[Without turning around, Asch closes the book with a snap.

Apparently he's reading about... vehicles? It's not clear where he is in the book, but it's not exactly what you'd expect to see him indulging in.

Placing the book on the arm of the chair, he crosses his arms, and looks over his shoulder. His "I look like I just swallowed a bug" face is as grand as ever.]

Back for a rematch?

[But there's no particular bite to his words.]

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No! Jesus. We did enough damage as it is. ... plus I promised a bunch of people I'd stay out of trouble. [ :/ ]

Listen... ugh. I don't know why I'm doing this for you, but you should kn--

[ Isaac moves to take a step into the room and, having forgotten he lost his sense of balance in the face of seeing Asch again,

immediately eats shit on the floor.

where he stays for an extended moment, making a noise like nnrngnrnghnrnghnrgn. ]

WEEK 0: WEDNESDAY EVENING GODDAMMIT GODDAMMIT

[getdrekt]

[Anyway

Asch is never in the dining hall ever, but lately, he's not even in the study. Chances of running into him are slim to none, because he is pointedly making himself scarce.

That said, on Wednesday evening, Isaac may notice a quiet redhead stalking past him without saying a word—or even noticing him, apparently?—one hand on the wall beside him, the other holding two apples.

Nyoom.]

1/3

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[ what if isaac just lets him go






/thread ]

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[ sigh. ]

Asch.

[ at least he has his pool cue so he can move around way more freely

unlike this asshole. dude? ]

[getdrekt]

[isaac you were so close to making the right call be better to yourself

Anyhow asch goes through nearly the same thought process when he hears the sound of the younger man's voice, hesitates, slows,

and finally actually stops.]

What.

[he doesn't turn around.]

WEEK ZERO: FRIDAY

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[ isaac definitely abandons asch at some point to help poor luna, who was freaking out

but it's not long after he'll come back to find his prickly ... companion? sure, we'll go with that. Isaac will tap his pool cue on the floor so Asch knows it's him. ]

Hey.

[getdrekt]

[he's in his room splashing more vodka on his face, gritting his teeth at the sting... and holding it in place with a purple cloth.]

It's open.

[imagine just letting someone into your room without being a dick about it.]

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[ HE KNOWS BETTER BY NOW THAN TO EXPECT POLITENESS FROM ASCH HONESTLY

so he'll just let himself in. honestly, he's too tired to give a shit so he'll act like he lives here and drop into a chair as soon as he gets the chance. ]

What a mess.

WEEK ZERO: POST-TRIAL

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[ There's a lot going on, still. The trial has just ended. Nikki is hissing, quite a lot of people are still milling around, talking or yelling or arguing...

and here's Isaac, who was definitely crying recently, kneeling on the floor to help his blind and bleeding ... not friend, but something ... get to his feet. ]

... let's get you out of here. You're bleeding.

[ Jesus. THANKS, DAD ASH. ]

[getdrekt]

[Asch nods, silently. He’s in no condition to disagree.

To his own point of pride, he doesn’t say a word, not even a hint of pain, as Isaac helps him up. He only swallows, and mutters:]

Kitchen.

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... sure.

[ Given he doesn't have his pool cue right now--it's been left behind in the furor of the end of the trial--they'll need to lean on each other to get where they're going.

If he's surprised that Asch isn't causing more trouble, he keeps it to himself. Just gets them to the kitchen. ]

Come on--over here. I'm gonna get ice for your face, okay?

[ He'll help Asch sit before he goes to do just that, getting a dish cloth and some ice. ]

WEEK 1: TUESDAY MORNING

[getdrekt]

[Well, the sun's up, and it's bright and early!!!

And here's Asch, out on the front lawn, with two pool cues under his arm, a new outfit, and...

...he's reading... a book. Nearby on the step sits another book. Maybe he was expecting to wait a while.

He snaps the book shut as Isaac emerges, and waves it at the younger boy by way of a greeting.]

These are even worse than yours.

[LET THE BURNATHON BEGIN]

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Morning to you too, Asch.

[ his voice is DRIPPING in sarcasm.

anyway he'll amble over to at least take a closer look, and when he actually processes what those books are...

you can practically hear his soul escaping his body when he sighs. ]

FIRST of all, I'm still learning, and second of all, what are you even doing?!

[ do you want to draw manga, asch ]

[getdrekt]

Where's your pistols? It's well past dawn. Lucky I brought these.

[IGNORING THE SARCASM TO MAKE A SOLID JAB AT A 13-YEAR-OLD'S JOKE, NICE

as for the books:] I'm studying up on your planet's bizarre art style.

So this is what this "Japan" is famous for?

WEEK 1: POST-BODY ANNOUNCEMENT

[getdrekt]

[Asch is

unremarkably

in bed.

he's sort of phasing in and out of wakefulness, since the pain is excruciating, but he's also really really tired, so it's a bit up and down. Still, the door is open (probably so that whoever's around can keep an eye on him), and he's at least staying put.

There's a variety of... stuff around him. Glasses of water, cup of tea, pudding cups? Shockingly, considering his attitude, it looks like people have been coming around.]

[stormsoff]

[ yeah, well.

here's a small teen sitting and apparently planning to make camp here. he has his notes and a book, so he's alternately working and reading while he keeps his vigil. better than being left alone to his thoughts, right now.

but he will glance over occasionally, almost just to reassure himself asch is still breathing... and at one point notes that he's awake again. he'll put down his book. ]

Asch...

[ ... he feels like an idiot. What does he even say? ]

WEEK ONE: POST-TRIAL, LATE NIGHT

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[ Isaac goes back, eventually.

He's got a blanket, and some food from the kitchen, and even though he's talked to a lot of people by now, seeing Asch in the cage just makes him come over with tears all over again and that's stupid.

He's trying to be stoic, and failing, as he approaches the cage. His voice breaks on his first attempt to speak and he hates it. ]

H-- ... hey. I ... I wanted to come keep you company.

[getdrekt]

[aw no

this poor kid he keeps tricking into giving a shit about him somehow

say. say something comforting, asch. be nice, for ONCE!!!]

...Thanks.

[oh

it's just that easy.]