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[Okay, first thing's first. He wants to get this out of the way since he's been sitting on it since...well, it happened. And he's actually a little surprised he hasn't heard from any of the Fon Master's little friends yet.

So he's going to make sure that didn't even happen.]

Saturday. Forget about it. Nothing happened that day, do you understand me? I don't want to hear about it again, from you or your stupid friends.

[And that was that.

He closes the book and then starts off, carefully through the ice. He slides where he can, keeping mindful of how slippery the ice is as he makes his way through the village. Really, he's not going anywhere in particular. Movement was best in cold weather like this, after all, and only sitting around was making him more and more mad.

Thinking in general made him more and more mad.

There's a chunk of ice that's hanging in the corner of his eye, and he walks over to it. With a few good kicks it's dislodged, and he moves it around on the frozen ground, his mind still racing.

Stupid place.

Stupid fruit.

Stupid Ion.

All of those thoughts combined together, and before he knew it, that piece of ice was kicked and went flying. When he hears the sound of the crash, he doesn't panic like a normal person would. "Oh my gosh, did I do that?" No, that won't be coming out of his mouth.

Instead he starts laughing, because that was a sort of release for him. He didn't care what he hit - it was just satisfying to hear that destructive noise.

Yeah, okay he's...starting to scrape up some more ice now.]

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[Asch had just been innocently headed for the plaza to fetch some groceries, minding his own business and feeling surprisingly okay with how the last week had gone. He'd finally passed a Valentine's Day experiment with relatively harmless results! Certainly compared to the years in the recent past, at least. No engagement, no embarrassing public displays- just a bit of irritating silliness with the replica and his friends. Easily forgotten. He can live with that.

He hadn't expected a chunk of ice to go flying through the air and crash through a window just a few feet from his head, but his good mood is the reason he doesn't retaliate or get pissed off- merely glances over at the offender, irritated, and comments:]

You missed.

[Too bad most of this show was because of the Valentine's Day experiment. Would he have found something else to get mad about if that hadn't happened? Probably. This is Sync we're talking about.

Oh. Well hello there, Asch.]

Too bad. [Though an angry Asch probably wouldn't be the best thing, anyway. But he could take him.] Better be glad I wasn't aiming.

[Wow, you jerk. Not that Asch was expecting anything different from Sync, of all people. He casually sidesteps the broken glass and the ice on the road, choosing instead to walk on the grass and what little snow remains. The last thing he needs is to slip and fall on his face in front of his fellow God-General.]

Any reason you've decided to turn to property damage now?

[He would laugh. You should do it, Asch--I mean.

He's walking carefully as well, not wanting to fall down either. That would be the last thing either of them needed, right?]

I was bored. [Because that should explain everything, right?] I can't help it that it hit a window.

Eventually you'll figure out how to keep yourself occupied around here. [He pauses, and then, in a voice that's trying to sound disinterested-] Van isn't keeping you busy?

Maybe. [Highly unlikely, at least that's what he thinks.] I don't have to be around Van all the time, you know.

No one's saying that. [He's just being nosy. He hasn't seen Van for a while, so he's starting to get concerned. Being sent away on that recent mission didn't help his overall village communication, though. ...And speaking of nosy...] Has he mentioned anything about his plans for Auldrant?

[He knows Asch is digging for information, but it seems like he's not going to get any. Trying to dig when Sync is already in a bad mood isn't the best idea anyway.] No, he hasn't. I thought you told me not to talk about Auldrant with him. Or about the future, anyway.

...Tch. It's not like I'd ever expect you to listen to what I say anyway. [Still, he got his answer- or two potential answers, anyway. Either Van hasn't said anything, or Sync's been told (or is simply disinclined) to keep it to himself. Duly noted.]

At least you're not that stupid. [Just keep wondering, Asch. He's not going to tell you either way. You'll have to figure it out yourself.] You're smarter than your replica.

["That stupid"? Jerk.]

Don't act like it's some sort of surprise. I've always been smarter than that dreck.

[Jerk is Sync's middle name!]

That's up to opinion. [He can think of some pretty stupid things you've done, Asch.] I wouldn't agree with you.

I suppose you're entitled to your opinion. Even if it's wrong.

[They have such a wonderful working relationship.]

I'm not the wrong one here. You just don't want to believe it.

[Don't they? He has the best relationships with everybody.]

[Yeah, whatever you say, Sync.]

At least I'm not the one acting like a child in the middle of the town.

[Yes just brush the little bugger off. It's okay.]

I'm not acting like a child. [Of course he's going to deny it.] It was just a piece of loose ice.

[Liar, he fought to get that thing "loose".]

[This face is the face that totally, 100% believes you, Sync.]

Well, it's not as if replicas are known for their maturity anyway.

[Yeah, you better believe him. ~~Poor Sync.~~]

...Excuse me? [Say that again. :|]

You heard me. [And he never repeats what he doesn't have to. ~~unless it's really, really funny or targeted at his stupid annoying replica~~]

I'm making sure I was hearing you correctly. What was this about maturity?

[Asch...are you trying to start something with him?]

Maybe I'm just reminded of those kids in Keterburg, throwing snowballs at their elders.

[HINT HINT YOU LITTLE BRAT]

[FREAKING ASCH--]

Well I wouldn't know why, because this was nothing like that. I wasn't aiming at you at all.

[you just happened to be walking by.]

[And Van expects them to live together...]

Better luck next time, then.

[By which he means you'll need it.]

[...Yup.]

I won't miss next time.

[Because you made him that made. Way to go, man.]

[Ooh he's real scared now.]

Good thing there won't be a next time, then.

[SEE THIS, SYNC, HE IS RAGEQUITTING. You're too childish for him anyway.

Or too replica.

Probably that.]

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