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lazybox2013-09-25 01:25 am
bloodyashes) wrote in lazybox2013-09-25 01:25 am
ASSORTED NSFW REDHEAD SHENANIGANS
what it says on the tin
[Yes, because Asch is an idiot who missed how Luke was just about moaning, there. The comment goes after Luke as he proceeds into the bathroom - ]
I'm not blind.
[ - But if Luke is going to insist on privacy, Asch will let him have it. When Luke comes back out, he'll find his shirt and coat hung on a hook near the door, and Asch's tabard hung on the next one. The original himself is sitting crosslegged on the bed, because that's the least uncomfortable position right now, and brushing his hair.]
I'm not blind.
[ - But if Luke is going to insist on privacy, Asch will let him have it. When Luke comes back out, he'll find his shirt and coat hung on a hook near the door, and Asch's tabard hung on the next one. The original himself is sitting crosslegged on the bed, because that's the least uncomfortable position right now, and brushing his hair.]
Like you're a show-off.
[He's smiling, though, so it can't be all bad. While she loads the pancake onto the plate, he bends into the fridge to get some juice.]
Keep going.
[While he gets the rest of the pancake essentials together. Mmmmm butter.]
[He's smiling, though, so it can't be all bad. While she loads the pancake onto the plate, he bends into the fridge to get some juice.]
Keep going.
[While he gets the rest of the pancake essentials together. Mmmmm butter.]
[It's not that he thinks Asch missed it, really. Really, Luke's just awkward like that. Still, though. He didn't so far as to shut the door, or anything. He simply made it so there was some level of privacy there.
When he comes out of the bathroom, he blinks at how Asch is sitting.
... Yeah, Luke may be labeled 'idiot', but... Asch doesn't exactly sit like that for the enjoyment of it. So have a slightly suspicious stare, Asch.]
When he comes out of the bathroom, he blinks at how Asch is sitting.
... Yeah, Luke may be labeled 'idiot', but... Asch doesn't exactly sit like that for the enjoyment of it. So have a slightly suspicious stare, Asch.]
What.
[It's the tone that carries all the meaning here, really. "Yeah, I have a bulge in my pants, and it's your fault, so stop staring." Other than looking up at Luke, Asch doesn't move.]
What did you think would happen when you left the connection open?
[He might be asshole incarnate, but Asch is only human.]
[It's the tone that carries all the meaning here, really. "Yeah, I have a bulge in my pants, and it's your fault, so stop staring." Other than looking up at Luke, Asch doesn't move.]
What did you think would happen when you left the connection open?
[He might be asshole incarnate, but Asch is only human.]
[His eyebrows lift a tiny bit before his face turns a little red. Eye darting to the side a moment, he moves a hand to the back of his head. Maybe he got the hidden message within the tone.]
... R-right.
[He walks to the opposite side of the bed and sits down. Somewhat mimicking Asch's sitting position, he looks down a moment.]
Sorry.
... R-right.
[He walks to the opposite side of the bed and sits down. Somewhat mimicking Asch's sitting position, he looks down a moment.]
Sorry.
[She sticks her tongue out at him as he starts getting things from the fridge.]
That was sort of the point!
[She had to prove that she was capable of doing some things right, after all. Especially after her mishap with the knife just a few minutes before. She's still giggling a little as she turns her attention back to the batter and the pan, and she easily resumes ladling it in.
After a moment, she speaks up again.] We've still got that syrup, right? The maple stuff? [One thing she discovered the few times they had pancakes and waffles and so on in the Tower: she really likes maple syrup.]
That was sort of the point!
[She had to prove that she was capable of doing some things right, after all. Especially after her mishap with the knife just a few minutes before. She's still giggling a little as she turns her attention back to the batter and the pan, and she easily resumes ladling it in.
After a moment, she speaks up again.] We've still got that syrup, right? The maple stuff? [One thing she discovered the few times they had pancakes and waffles and so on in the Tower: she really likes maple syrup.]
Next time, keep it to yourself.
[Yeah, because he was going to be so capable of that. Maybe a warning would be better.]
Get the clothes back to me sometime in the next few days, you don't get to keep them.
[And now a look that says "why are you still here?" because Asch is a dickbag.]
[Yeah, because he was going to be so capable of that. Maybe a warning would be better.]
Get the clothes back to me sometime in the next few days, you don't get to keep them.
[And now a look that says "why are you still here?" because Asch is a dickbag.]
Edited (I was rereading and noticed an HTML fail oops) 2013-10-14 12:46 (UTC)
You don't have to show off for me.
[Point-blank as usual but it's true; he's used to the sound of the wind that surrounds her, the song of the wind that is her. She's not as close to the third fonon, in terms of frequency, as he is to the seventh, but close enough that it breathed with her.
Close enough that to anyone else there wouldn't be a difference. And the third fonon is closest in frequency to the seventh - perhaps that plays a part in it.]
Yeah, I'll get it out.
[personally he can't stand the sticky stuff.]
[Point-blank as usual but it's true; he's used to the sound of the wind that surrounds her, the song of the wind that is her. She's not as close to the third fonon, in terms of frequency, as he is to the seventh, but close enough that it breathed with her.
Close enough that to anyone else there wouldn't be a difference. And the third fonon is closest in frequency to the seventh - perhaps that plays a part in it.]
Yeah, I'll get it out.
[personally he can't stand the sticky stuff.]
Just because I don't have to, doesn't mean I don't want to.
[She hums a little as she returns her attention to the cooking. Asch can get the syrup; she'll... continue showing off. Because that, apparently, is also a thing she does around here.
She keeps a careful eye on the food as it cooks and then eases the wind in to flip it. There's something to be said for real control over her powers - of knowing that it is the wind and not some glamour or figment of her imagination or something like that. That's about 25% of the reason she "shows off" so much.
(The other 75% is that she wants to be pulling her weight.)
She grins at him.]
Thanks, Asch! Oh, do we have any fruit juices?
[give her a few moments to get creative with the syrup, then he'll like it]
[She hums a little as she returns her attention to the cooking. Asch can get the syrup; she'll... continue showing off. Because that, apparently, is also a thing she does around here.
She keeps a careful eye on the food as it cooks and then eases the wind in to flip it. There's something to be said for real control over her powers - of knowing that it is the wind and not some glamour or figment of her imagination or something like that. That's about 25% of the reason she "shows off" so much.
(The other 75% is that she wants to be pulling her weight.)
She grins at him.]
Thanks, Asch! Oh, do we have any fruit juices?
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