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[trashed]

[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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[trashed]

[UGH GROSS MEATLOAF.

Sync yelps something unintelligible when the stuff hits his face, and he's quickly trying to get it off his face. Gross.]

Hey! Watch it!

[...Wait.]

it's sad that almost nothing surprises him at this point

[dissonates]

[Asch pauses, considering the voice for a moment. He knows that voice. That is Sync. That is definitely Sync in the trash can.

....

So he calmly slams the lid back on and turns away to leave. He is too blind for this bullshit.]

lgkhgd LOL oh asch

[trashed]

[You know what. You know what?

For that, he's going to knock the trash can over and make sure the trash gets all over the floor.

Including him. It's a little immature, sure, but that's what Asch gets for slamming the trash can lid on his head.]

[dissonates]

[Wow, rude. Now Ginji will have to clean up a big mess :(]

You don't have to take your misfortune out on my house.

[trashed]

[Too bad for Ginji, then.]

If I had any say in it, I wouldn't even be here.

[dissonates]

The door's right over there, feel free to use it.

[He says as he points to the kitchen sink. He may or may not be a little disoriented from all the noise. |D]

[trashed]

...You pointed to the sink.

[Just because he feels the need to tell him.]

[dissonates]

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

A-and whose fault is that?

[trashed]

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

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

[He might just be amused.]

[dissonates]

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

Why the hell are you still here!?

[trashed]

[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?

[dissonates]

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

[trashed]

[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.]

[dissonates]

[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|]

[trashed]

[Yeah well, not that he cares that much anyway. What is being liked in the first place?

So he just wanders out, carefully stepping through the doorway--

--and he disappears again. Well. At least you're rid of him, Asch.]