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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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[He doesn't exactly want to end up in another trash can, so he eyes her door warily.]

Got any windows?

[That he can make an exit through, that is.]

[That's good because Sync is not a Nice Person.]

I guess some people would actually care about that.

[He doesn't. But then again, he's not exactly normal either.]

So you're not Tutu Guy.

[This is all she's getting out of it.]

Um....being somewhere that's not where you were?

[He starts looking around the kitchen at the angry comment though, unsure of where to focus his piercing evil gaze. And then looks back at Sync again.]

But where else do I look?

Some people have their limits of how much eccentricity they can taste in one sitting, I suppose. [His way of saying that it's fine--hell, Cilan actually does have limits of how much insanity he can handle, he's just better at dealing with or repressing it. He reaches down to pick some stray trash at your feet as well as picking up some other scraps he dropped when he had been about to throw them away before you arrived, still talking.]

So, who might you be? I don't think we've met or spoken before until now...

No, I'm not!

[Pffff.]

[Sync's just going to huff and ignore Florian's first question.

Florian does have a piercing evil gaze, don't you know. Only to Sync the this means his gaze is cute and fluffy. The ultimate weapon in Florian's arsenal.]

I don't know. Better yet, just go away.

[...He might be brushing more trash off of him while Cilan isn't looking.

Oops?]

Of course we haven't spoken before. [He mutters, a little.] I don't deal with the journals.

[Conveniently 'forgot' to give his name.]

[Maybe he should turn up the cute, Sync doesn't seem to be breaking down.]

But I live here.

[Well, that's cool and all bro, but Ion's not exactly a mindreader and he's not sure whether Sync is actually going to follow his advice or not. Sure, it seems that way, but...]

[Well, he'll just have to follow along behind him, then. Hope Sync doesn't mind having a baby-sitter, since that's basically what's going down right now.]

[Asch scoffs quietly and steps aside - even though he hadn't really been blocking the doorway, he still hasn't properly oriented himself again - gesturing dismissively. Begone, replica, he hates you the most now D|]

[Sigh. Could you at least dispose of any trash on your person into the garbage can rather than onto our nice kitchen floor...

Conveniently for you, he lets it slide for a second ~~but he'll find a way to get your name somehow~~ as he picks up more trash.]

Really? Why not?

Then what's your name, meow?

Yeah, and so can all of Luceti, jeez! [As hilarious as it is, and Norma's definitely laughing, he really does stink. Enough to warrant Norma to scrunch up her nose and hold it with one hand, waving the smell away with the other.]

Oooh, if you wanna clean up, seriously--be my guest! Bathroom's just down the hall from here. You can wash your clothes too, Trashy.

[Yep, that there is his nickname.]

[SHORT BURST OF LAUGHTER HERE because oh god the idea of Rachel actually cleaning up after a mess now that's a good one. Doing peasant work PUH-LEEZ.] Cleaning up the trash left by garbage? Now that is what one would call a joke.

[And she gestures toward the window beside her bed, which if he payed attention was facing the branches of a tree.

He was welcome to try to climb outside of it if he liked, but it wouldn't be guaranteed that he would even reach the ground.]

[WOW YOU'RE SO RUDE. HE KNOWS HE STINKS OKAY.]

Just down the hall...

[Which involves going through a doorway.

Does he want to--

What was that nickname?] And don't call me that!

I don't have to tell you.

[Sorry, being switched around kind of got him more irritable than he already was.]

Fine. Either point me to the nearest window or go to another room.

[HE'LL NEVER BREAAAK.]

[YOU SHOULD BE A MINDREADER GOSH ION--

I mean. Ion's following him anyway, so he'll figure it out on his own so...he might as well.]

Tell me where the window is.

[It's not a question, either.]

....Are you sure you don't want a cookie?

[Glancing at the nearest window though.]

[But Sync is irritable by default........]

Fine, Grumpy Guy.

[She already has someone to call Green Guy...this will have to do.]

[JUST MAKING SURE.

Norma nods, jabbing her finger in the direction of the bathroom. She still doesn't remove her other hand from plugging her nose, but she snorts (a bit literally) at the disapproval of her nickname. It's a shame that once Norma gives a nickname, it usually sticks for some time.]

You'd have preferred Stinky? Odor? Garbagio? [LOLOLOL.] That last one's not too bad, maybe I will change it!

[Pretty much.

He just huffs, though.]

Tell me how to get out of here.

[YEAH WELL...]

Seems like it's real to me. I'm not picking it up.

[And he's just. Brushing off more.]

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