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someone take the notebook away from him

Two things -

First, to those of you I've been teaching, a warning: This kind of weather usually leads to thunderstorms over the night, at least where I come from. Do not use the Third Fonon (wind) during any kind of electrical storm. It GREATLY increases your chance of getting struck by lightning.

[The word 'greatly' is written at about twice the size of the text around it, and doubly underlined.]

In unrelated news, if anyone has an interest, I've got a bunch of peppers here that haven't been tasted for spicyness. If anyone wants to volunteer, you can pick your poison over by the garden door.

[[OOC:If anyone wants to thread out getting a random pepper, feel free to give me a log-style reply to this post! They range all the way from bell peppers to pointy-red-hot style to some tiny black ones that are crit-fail levels of spicy. Feel free to roll!]]

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[Normally he doesn't use the notebook much. But that post? That successfully gets his attention, even in the weird mental state he's had since last night]

You make a warning like that and expect it to not happen? [Seriously. He's almost willing to take bets on it actually happening now, if it does storm. But that's not the important thing right now]

You found peppers here? [Even Sync has priorities sometimes]

If they're warned and they do it anyway I'm not responsible.

I got the seeds at the night market and managed to get them to grow. There's a pretty good variety, I left a bunch on your trunk.

Right, dodge the responsibility.

[Nevermind that some of them might not have even thought about it until you mentioned it. Whatever you say]

I'll check that out later, if there's people trying random ones this sounds too amusing to pass up. [Totally on his way to watch this trainwreck]

[He's responsible for educating them, Sync, not for keeping them from making decisions they know are stupid.]

You know where I'll be.

And not long later, there is a small bundle of green fuzz running ahead to say hello to Asch, followed by Sync. Rain is sort of soaked, having been playing in a fountain only moments ago. Somehow Sync's managed to avoid most of the water, though he is wearing the uniform jacket today for once. It's a little odd, given the weather and he hadn't worn it before.

"Gotten any takers yet?" he asks by way of a greeting. There's still a feeling about him that something isn't quite right, but Sync's managing to mostly pull off the sense that he's fine and things are alright.

Asch, in contrast, would seem to Sync to be almost underdressed - his servant's shirt is flung over the back of his bench, leaving him in only the tunic-vest part of his Oracle Knights uniform, and thus, bare-armed. There's evidence of a bit of sun on those arms, too.

Knowing what he does about Luke's condition, though, he barely gives the coat a glance. "Not yet, but it should only be a matter of time. There's been some interest, at least."

He leans down to let Rain sniff his fingers, then smiles as he scratches behind her ears. Hi pup. Good pup.

He hardly notices, really, aside from being mildly envious about it. It's way too hot for his liking, being from Daath, but like hell is he letting anyone see what's going on with him right now.

"Heh. That'll be interesting." He'll be investigating that basket of peppers right around now, and tilting his head a little. "Black ones?" Peppers weren't supposed to be black, last he checked. So naturally, he's going to pick one of them up to look over it curiously, before taking a bite out of it. Unlike anyone else, Sync barely reacts to it aside from a slight grin. He really hopes someone else tries one of those while he's here.

Rain, for her part, is at risk of falling over from leaning into the ear scratches, tail wagging. She's taken rather a liking to Asch after spending part of the night with him.

Oh, he sees that grin, and amazingly enough Sync gets a bit of a grin in return, mostly brought on by the sheer gladness Asch feels to see him being his usual self rather than the half-comatose shuffle that Luke's been doing. "I take it I shouldn't try that one."

Here, Rain, he'll pick you up and put you on the bench before you flop over. He'll get a crick in his neck from being bent over to pet you anyway.

"Not unless you really feel like being unable to taste anything for the next few days," he replies in amusement, finishing it off and being reminded of the last fool who tried stealing his food months back.

Asch might regret that, given Rain shakes herself as soon as he puts her down, water flying everywhere before she lies down happily.

He'll live. The water does a little bit for cooling even in the humidity, after all. He continues to fondly scratch her chin. "I'll pass, thanks. Good to know, though, in case Dist ever pissess me off too badly."

He can't help snickering at the thought of the scientist reacting to something that spicy. "If he ever does, let me know, I want to watch that." Sync could use the amusement in this stupid place.

"I'll keep you appraised." Asch leaves off petting Rain and leans back against the bench, closing his eyes and tilting his head into the sun.

He takes a little bit to look over the other kind of peppers that are in the basket, not taking any more since there's apparently more waiting for him anyway, but curious. After a moment, he speaks up again. "How's Luke?" Idle tone, so idle.

"A little better, but not great." There goes the relatively cheerful tone. Rain gets a bit more petting. "Worse than after Akzeriuth, I think. At least then I was able to put him on a task to get his mind off it. Now..."

Sorry Asch. Sync's still pretty good at getting at people, even when he doesn't mean to.

"Mm." He's not surprised, really, even if it is weird knowing that Luke was so out of it. But then, the other replica had had it so much worse that night. "Now he's aimless, and without his friends." Sync still had no real idea of how friendship helped people, really, but it was obvious that on his own, even with Asch here, Luke was having trouble.

"And he didn't attempt making new ones even before this." Definitely frustrated now, in that unique 'I did it, why can't he?' way that often colors Asch's feelings about Luke. "At least not from the way no one came looking concerned for him."

That seems odd. Don't people like Luke usually seek out other people to form bonds with? He frowns, unsure what to make of that really.

"Why would he be avoiding people here? It's not like you can go anywhere without running into others." He's learned that one the hard way. Avoiding certain people was a pain.

"I wish I knew. He's being such an idiot!" There's a bit of a growl in Asch's voice. He's definitely frustrated with the whole thing.

If Asch had no idea, then he wasn't likely to do much better. "Tch. Isn't he always?" But that was something entirely familiar. Sync can't blame Asch for being frustrated, even if he understands the want to hide from what had happened.

Which. Makes him flinch, because suddenly memories. He folds his arms across his chest, his default defensive posture, stepping back a moment to pull himself under control. Give him a moment.

"I don't know, I'm starting to think Eldrant took a bunch of his braincells down with it." You can have your moment, Sync, Asch is going to bury his face in one hand and pet your dog with the other. It's a rare show of his left-handedness, too, courtesy his agitation. "He can make it through this if he would believe he could for even a moment."

"Eldrant took a bunch of people's braincells with it," he mutters under his breath, shaking his head to clear it. He's fine, damnit. He's also fairly sure what he said was true, because the idea of throwing Eldrant at an Albiore still seems really stupid to him.

Though what Asch said makes him wonder, opening his eyes. "You make it sound like he's acting like how I do." Anyone else he wouldn't have mentioned it at all, but right now he's just accepting enough of Asch to bring it up.

"...He kind of is, except sad instead of being an ass." Sorry, Sync, just calling it like it is. Most of your personality is 'jerk' for various reasons, a trait that Luke has thankfully lost.

Sync being Sync, doesn't even react to the name calling. It's not the first time, it's unlikely to be the last. It's just how they work.

"Hmn. He knows the thing about suicide, right?" Probably by this point, but if Luke's acting that way...it wouldn't be the first time the other replica has had a downturn, given the number Akzeriuth seemed to do to him.

"He knows. I told him." Asch doesn't sound happy at the thought, but... He won't deny that Sync has a really good point in bringing it up.

Good. Now all they could do was make sure Luke didn't decide it was worth risking anyway. "Never thought I'd find myself worrying about him of all people," he mutters, shifting to sit down on the ground, one leg drawn up to his chest and resting his head on his knee.

someone take the notebook away from him

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Logging it up in this business

aw yiss

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I don't actually remember if we threaded that part out or not but IF WE DIDN'T HANDWAVE

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