008 Written.

[not_a_dreck]

I never want to see another apple again for the rest of my life.

Anyway, anyone seen Mieu? He might still be in the Slytherin dorms... Just let me know if you see him.

Comments

KEEPING THIS WRITTEN

[not_the_dreck]

[Sorry, dreck, but he doesn't trust his voice at the moment.]

I still have him.

WRITTEN FOR SAME REASON.

[not_a_dreck]

[D'aw Damn, he had a feeling it would be you. FML. Strikes barely readable.]

So he is still there. Are you o- Is every- Do you-

Is he okay?

AWKWARD BROTHERS GO!

[not_the_dreck]

He's just eating some grass. Come and get him when you want.

They've reached a level past screaming match WHAT IS DIS?!

[not_a_dreck]

I can. Unless you want to hold onto him for awhile.

[Doesn't know if he can face you again. Sob.]

XDDDD

[not_the_dreck]

It's up to you.

[Looks like he's going to start writing something, but it turns into a big dark blot instead.]

[not_a_dreck]

If you don't mind having him around...

[Looks at the dot expecting some more writing. When nothing comes he debates on what to write next.]

Are you okay Asch?

[not_the_dreck]

[Asch tries to answer, but a lot of what he's writing ends up scribbled out.]

I have a lot to think about.

[not_a_dreck]

[Tries to read some of it but it's no use.]

Yeah. [Starts writing then scribbles it out.]

Are you sure Mieu wont be any trouble?

[not_the_dreck]

He's fine. I think he's happy to be back in his body.

[not_a_dreck]

Him and me both.

Alright, well, if you need me or you want to talk, you know how to reach me. Promise, I'm not going anywhere this time.

[not_the_dreck]

[ksdjfskd why do you have to make things so difficult?]

Luke. [Long pause...] Yeah. I'll do that.

[not_a_dreck]

[How is he? D8]

Asch? Good.

[Brother sense tingling. Private post time! or an attempt to make one.]

[Private-ish]
I'm sorry.

[Private... only kinda not.]

[not_the_dreck]

[Asch doesn't really realize that it's not as private as he would hope.]

Why are you apologizing?

[Private... but they're fon failbres.]

[not_a_dreck]

[Sob. Fail ruining another attempt at a serious moment!]

For calling you a liar...

[Private... but they're fon failbres.]

[not_the_dreck]

It's... it's fine.

[Guh, that was hard to get out.]

I just don't understand how you can't remember what happened.

[Private... but they're fon failbres.]

[not_a_dreck]

[Notices it looks like he was pressing down hard when he wrote that.]

Me either. I don't even remember there being a hole in the garden or why that maid was fired. Guess I know now.