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[Luceti is just bent on torturing him. If he ever got any major gain, he'd just end up getting pulled back down to earth.

HAHAHA SEE WHAT I DID THERE--

Anyway.

He's having just a bit of bad luck today, seeing as how...well, every time he tries to walk through a doorway, he ends up in a trashcan. It'd happened several times already, and as of yet he hadn't exactly been caught by anyone.

But it was getting really annoying. Whatever Luceti was doing now needed to knock it off.

However, as he tries to enter his own apartment again...

He finds himself in another trash can. Where is he this time? Outside your house? Inside your house? In the trash can underneath the sink...?

Either way, I hope the trash can's not too dirty! Don't freak out too much, either. He won't bite.

Wait, yes he will.

...Engage at your own risk?]

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[Aaand moving away slightly.]

Obviously. [On both accounts.] I'm ready for it to be over with.

[At least he didn't appear from her dresser like Ion did the other day, there would have been no hesitation to put him to sleep then.]

Though to my understanding you can't control it anyway, can you?

[This is a predicament! He can't exactly keep an angry Sync in his house ~~Dist always did have a strict no-pets-allowed rule~~ and he's not about to let him out of his sight so long as he's still here.]

You're welcome to try leaving again, though I can't promise the result won't be the same... perhaps you could try leaving through a window?

[It's something that he is starting to realize in Luceti is that his manner of speech would probably sound odd to people that have never spoken to a connoisseur before until now...then again, people he knew in Unova were often unfamiliar with it, too. He better start getting used to trying to explain himself every time, he supposes.]

Well, to me at least, other things can have a wide variety of different aspects and tastes akin to food as well--some can have a flavor as equally bitter as the blackest of coffees, or even as sweet as one's favorite dessert. In the cases of people, you'd compare it alternatively between people you like and dislike--you might think someone you like is "sweet" while someone you don't like is "bitter"...and of course, like any meal, sometimes you have to be able to get a taste for them first before you truly know anything about them.

[Is this making any sense at all to you, Sync...]

[...And Asch is once again reminded of why he hates you, Sync 8|]

A-and whose fault is that?

Yeah, those!

[wow rude sync

Actually, it's only now that it hits her. Why he seems familiar...]

...Tutu Guy? Are you having a bad day, meow?

[Yep. 'Tutu Guy' meaning Ion.]

And my garbage is so pathetically low that it cannot even be proper garbage. [SIGHING OH SO HEAVILY]

[And he would've hated that even more, ok.

He's not even going to give her much of a response. Instead, he's going to pick a piece of trash out of his hair and throw it onto her floor. The fact that he had appeared here in the first place should be an answer enough anyway.

...

He is the most mature.]

[Poor Asch. Too bad he doesn't care.]

Not mine. You're the one who got turned around.

[He might just be amused.]

Too bad. I guess you're going to have to clean it all over again.

[Here we go...]

[He's always rude though.

What. What?]

Tutu Guy? Why don't you start making some sense?

[This is just the most awkward thing ever isn't it--

Ugh. He sees the point in Ion's question, but he would hate to admit he was right.

It sucks to be him.

So instead of actually saying anything, like saying that Ion could be right or that he was going to try his suggestion, he's going to start walking off in search of a window.

Because Sync? Saying that Ion could be right? Nope, he doesn't want to go down that road today.]

[Wow. Just. Wow.

That's pretty much...all he's thinking right about now. It makes sense but he's not sure why or how it makes sense, to be honest.]

It's still a stupid way of saying things.

[Sorry, that'll probably be the most you'll get out of him, opinion-wise.]

I'm beginning to think that there's nothing normal about anything or anyone around here.

[He just offers a slightly awkward smile at that--he doesn't let it bother him that much when strangers make fun of how he speaks or acts.]

Perhaps, but sometimes eccentricity can be a good thing too if it helps keep things from growing a little too stale...

Tutu Guy usually has robes on though...and different hair.

[But this guy looked like Tutu Guy! What is going onnnnnnn. She's making perfect sense right now with her nicknames okay.]

[Wow, what a rotten little tart. No wonder he ended up in her trashcan. Norma shoos Sophie away when she comes to investigate, pointing at the new person and muttering something along the lines of "breakfast". Norma turns back to Sync and snickers.]

You've got a little something... [Pffft--! She points to her head, indicating he should check there. He's got bits of milk and cereal in it. And to add insult to injury--] Man, you stink. This isn't your first dive, huh?

[Most mature indeed, and though she frowns a little there is no indication that she'll be calling his behavior into the spotlight.

She'll just hope he ends up in yet another trash can instead.]

[Yeah, well, you still smell like rotten food 8|]

Why the hell are you still here!?

[Yeah, well...there's no comeback for that.]

Because I wanted to point out your stupid mistake. And how do you know that I won't go into another trash can if I walk through another door?

That's not even remotely close to being my problem.

I can imagine. [He smiles sheepishly. Poor guy] Would you like to stay here for a little? Nothing has happened here yet. Well... except you being in the trash can.

[What was this...whatever it was talking about anyway? He doesn't--

Wait. Robes and different hair.]

I'm not Ion! Don't compare me to him!

[He mutters under his breath as he runs his hand through his hair in an attempt to get the milk and cereal off of it. This was just great.]

I think I can smell myself, thank you. [Though the 'thank you' definitely wasn't said as a way of gratitude.] It's none of your business how many times this has happened to me.

[aka: A Lot.]

No. I want to go back to where I live.

[He wants to be by himself and all that. He doesn't want to be around anyone else.]

Where's a window?

[Hmph. He'll just find a window, then. His little amusement he had at Asch's disorientation is kind of gone at this point, and replaced with irritation that he was even here in the first place.]

I guess it'd be pointless to ask where the nearest window would be. [So he's just. Going to start wandering off to find the nearest one - because he'd rather not risk going into another trash can.]

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