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[There's a little boy poking at the journal and flipping through it. He's rather curious and clueless about it, trying to figure out exactly what he should be doing with it. After a moment, he picks up the pen and starts scrawling lines over it, like he's trying to write but can't quite form the words.]

....?

[ooc: Asch doesn't hate the Luke

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[TINY CHILD. Familiar tiny child.]

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[Guy walks over to the bed and has a seat, because older and stronger he may be, Asch is still in a ten-year-old's body and that's a little heavy after a while.]

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[mirrorbirth]

[And Asch just cuddles up and makes himself comfortable, because that's what babies do. And he's always loved getting cozy with Guy anyway, whatever age he was at. You get a smile, Guy!]

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[FFFFFFFFFFFFFFF CUTE]

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[mirrorbirth]

[brb cuddling and loving on Guy ♥]

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[Let's destroy those fuzzies, eh.] I guess...your body is just like Luke's was then.

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[mirrorbirth]

[You wanna destroy fuzzies? Fine, destroy fuzzies. D| Have Asch back.]

...Looks that way. [And what a wonderful situation this is.]

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[Oh hey, you spoke.] Hey.

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[mirrorbirth]

[Sitting up now. GOD IT FEELS GOOD TO TALK AGAIN.] ...Sorry. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me.

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Well, isn't it obvious?

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[mirrorbirth]

No! [Yes.] ...I don't want to think about it.

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[Yeah, figures.] All right, you don't have to.

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[mirrorbirth]

[Sigh. Stupid Malnosso.] ...Sorry.

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[Smile. Guy reaches down to pat his hair.] What're you apologizing for?

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[mirrorbirth]

[Blush. That felt kinda nice.] I'm acting like a little kid.

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In case you haven't noticed, you are one right now.