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[bloodyimposter]

[It's a nice day outside, and Asch figure it be a good idea to go out and get some air. He only gets as far as the little pond they had out in the front yard of the house before sitting himself down, clutching his chest.]

...[he suddenly felt this sharp pain in his chest, and it became difficult to breath.]

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[mixolydianmode]

[ Way to make the household dreck fret, Asch. For once in his short life Luke had been doing something productive that wasn't training with his sword. He'd been procuring fishy food, judging by the large bag that was in his arms until a moment ago. Before it hit the ground Luke had crossed all but the last few steps to Asch, grabbing him by the shoulder. ]

Asch!

[bloodyimposter]

[He's trying Luke, he's trying] I remember you didn't even try at all at first.

[mixolydianmode]

[ He knows that it hurts Asch a lot more than it hurts him. ] What the hell else am I supposed to do? You're bleeding!

[bloodyimposter]

[chuckles] I don't know, I figure you go find someone to do it...but you didn't.

[mixolydianmode]

[ Not blushing. AT. ALL. ] I-I can handle this just fine on my own! Besides, we're too far away to guarantee I'd get somebody in time.

[bloodyimposter]

[he grins knowingly.] Thank you.

[mixolydianmode]

[ Looks away with a humph. ] You better not go running around and make me have to do this all over again!

[bloodyimposter]

I...didn't do anything though. [he frowns, looking away] I've had this before I ever left Auldrant.

[mixolydianmode]

Huh..? Why'd it start bleeding if you've had it for so long? [ Luke is all up in your space now, Asch. ]

[bloodyimposter]

...I don't know. [Actually he does. He didn't let anyone properly tend to it.]

[mixolydianmode]

Well there's gotta be a reason for it! We can find a healer to look at you.

[bloodyimposter]

No, that won't be necessary.

[mixolydianmode]

It'll be necessary if this happens again.

[bloodyimposter]

It won't. [It's going to anyway :P.] Are you finish?

[mixolydianmode]

Better not, dammit... [ Because he worries, you jerkface. :p ] Y-yeah. I think it'll hold up.

[bloodyimposter]

...[he picks up his shirt, putting it back on.] You did good.