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[There's some irritated grumbling going on. Shuffle. Grumble. Shifting through leaves. Grumble. KICKING A TREE-]

Ow!

[... Grumble.

And now HI LUCETI, YOU'RE NOW SEEING THE BOTTOM OF SOMEONE'S FOOT. But it lifts up quickly, and in its place is a teenaged boy with short, scraggly red hair and green eyes staring curiously down at the journal. Aaand then it morphs an annoyed face.]

Man, this isn't even my journal... And where the hell did my shirt go?

[The person disappears and gives yet another grumble as he searches through some leaves... Then seems to resolve to find his way to the village, as his footsteps start to grow fainter and fainter. He may not know it, but he's going in the completely wrong direction of where he's supposed to go.]

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[Content that he's at least got them both there for the next few minutes, Guy finally speaks up.]

Look, there's no need for either of you to run off so suddenly. I'll make chicken teriyaki tonight, Luke can sleep in the room down the hall and we can all get a good night's rest and start threatening to leave in the morning, okay?

[Well, Luke would rather not sleep here and thus get so attached to the place that he doesn't want to leave. Not to mention it'd be so, so uncomfortable sleeping knowing that Asch is somewhere in the house.

... But chicken teriyaki. Made by Guy, of all people.

...

Damn you, Guy.]

... Okay. But I'm going in the morning.

[Asch glances sidelong at him, sipping idly and trying not to look so irritated.]

Not if I'm gone first.

[GOT 'EM. Damn he's good.

Guy will get out the ingredients to begin preparing dinner then, since he's basically gotten a promise (more or less) from the two of them that they'll at least sleep here tonight. He's pretty sure he can keep them from running off if they both last the night.]

[Now he's trying to hide his irritated look.]

I'm going first! I'll leave way before you!

You won't even make it out the front door.

[Guy nudges Asch's plate aside and puts down a cutting board with a set of vegetables and a chopping knife. Please take care of that, eh.

Next he gets the ingredients necessary for the teriyaki sauce before setting the bowl with a whisk next to Luke's plate to stir together once he's finished with his sandwich. Puts a pan on the burner and begins to cut the chicken into cubes. He's like the Iron Chef over here.]

Yeah. Because I'll sneak out the window.

[After the last bites of his sandwich, he picks up the whisk and starts to stir the ingredients together. It's more of an instinct than anything - some of his earliest memories are following Guy around in the kitchen and helping mix things together.]

[SCOFF. Though Asch does behave himself and start chopping; actually, to Luke, it probably looks like he's been half-domesticated by now.] If you do, be sure to use the second floor. You can at least give me some entertainment when you fail at sneaking out.

[Gracious, so violent. What is he going to do with you kids?

Guy shakes his head and dump the cubes into the pan, where they immediately start to sizzle. He shakes it and adds some oil to keep them from burning.]

Edited 2010-09-03 12:10 (UTC)

[Rrrgh, he mixes a little faster, though not enough to fling the contents all over the place.]

Then I'm going to sleep on the first floor! I'm sick of stairs anyway! [Okay so the Fabre manor is mostly flat and Luke only just left it a few days ago, but there were plenty in Daath's cathedral last time he visited.]

There aren't any free bedrooms on the first floor. [And now Asch is grateful that he claimed the one across from Guy's. At least he did't have to move to one of the upper rooms.]

[Guy purses his lips; this would be a perfect opportunity to just pop out and go "yes there are!" and spill the beans about his and Asch's relationship, but Luke could probably only handle so many mindfucks in one day. Another time.

He does turn to collect the vegetables and sauce from Asch and Luke, though.]

[Agh, no, he had just tasted victory from their previous argument, he can't lose it now!]

... The couch, then. I'll sleep there! I shouldn't settle down on a bed, anyway! I mean, it's not like I'm going to stay here.

Whatever you say, dreck. [If he were particularly childish, Asch would throw something at him. But he's not. He's totally not. Name-calling doesn't count.]

Luke, you might as well take a bed upstairs. If you need to sneak downstairs to use the window, just be quiet about it. [Sure, encourage this little fantasy. Luke sleeps like a rock and he's exhausted, he'll be out like a light until morning.]

But...! [Well okay, he is kind of tired (but not enough to miss out on food), and beds are the only things that are really comfortable to him. Which is a shame, since they've slept outside plenty of times.]

... Fine. I'll be quiet.

[Except he'll probably do just as Guy predicts. And forget about it until he's reminded of it.]

[Asch glances back at Guy again, then hastily away, finishing the vegetables in something of a frenzy. Noooo, he's not pissed, not at all. Though why he's angry, even he can't really say; angry because Luke's here? Because Luke's forgotten everything? Because they can never have the same link they ha-

No. It's because the stupid dreck replica is back in his life and Guy's still pissed at him and he has no idea how to deal with it and

SLAM. And now the knife is embedded into the cutting board and he's on his feet, glowering at the vegetables as if it's their fault.]

[Well hey there.

Guy looks down at the knife in surprise, before just taking the entire cutting board -vegetables, knife and all- aside and placing it on the counter. He rests a hand on Asch's shoulder briefly before collecting the bowl from Luke with a faint smile.]

Thanks Asch, Luke. I appreciate it.

[F-FFFF. Good LORD, is he being so annoying that Asch is going so far as to mutilate the cutting board? Luke honestly jumps a little at that, and when Guy comes over to him, he looks up at him with a face that clearly says a mix of "Did you see that?!" and "WHAT'D I DO THIS TIME?!"]

... H-Huh? Oh, uh... you're welcome, I guess.

[Asch's anger fizzles a little at the touch, mostly due to its unexpectedness. He glances sidelong at the replica, and- oh, it figures. He's spooked or something.

...Goddammit, he's too used to the dreck not taking his anger so seriously B|]

Forget it.

[Guy nudges Luke as well, and takes the ingredients over to the pan to throw them in with the chicken.]

Could you guys set the table? [Because Mom is busy over here and needs her big boy helpers.]

[Luke is still leaning back a bit thanks to Asch, but... Yaaay, Guy is asking him to do something! ... With Asch. This probably won't end well.]

Uh... All right.

[H-He'll just get the plates.]

[What, what. He can't do that. He has brooding and bitching and sulking to do. He can't do that if he's holding Luke's stupid awkward hand. It's not that setting the table is all that difficult, but after that comes the actual eating and sitting down at the table like a nice family with Luke and Guy when he's so pissed off is just. ARGH.

...

Goddammit, Guy. He goes for the cutlery.]

[And into the stir fry goes some of that affectionate wine from waaayyy back when during Dragobete. Guy has been saving it for a special occasion, but he'd like to get through dinner without the two throttling each other.

And he also likes to be a bad person sometimes, and this seems like the most noble way of going about that.

So as Asch and Luke get the table together, Guy slips some of the wine into the sauce, whisks it and pours it over the stir fry before turning around with a flourish.]

All right! It's ready. You can both thank me later.

Edited 2010-09-07 04:27 (UTC)

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