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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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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.

"You think it's weird for YOU? Imagine how I feel, keeping an eye on you people." Yes, Sync, he's including you in that. Oops?

Okay what, that gets you glared at, Asch. "What are you on about? I don't need you keeping an eye on me." It's quite possibly the last thing he wants, in all honesty.

And Asch just. Looks at him. "Right. Because you don't ever get into trouble."

Still glaring. "That doesn't mean I need your help with it." The only thing he's showing right now is anger, though given the topic there's obviously a sore point somewhere that Asch has hit.

"Whether you need it or not, you're going to get it," he says, before reaching into the basket for a pepper and lightly tossing it at Sync. "Even if I know you won't pay it back. It's worth it to me."

He catches it with ease, frowning. "You're wasting your time then," he comments after a moment, getting back to his feet. This conversation is taking a turn into weird and Sync's not sure that he wants right now. He turns, whistling softly to wake Rain up; she jerks awake and stretches before moving to leap off the bench. "I'm not worth it, and we both know that." He turns as he speaks, walking away. He definitely doesn't want this right now.

"I'll make my decisions about what I think you're worth for myself," Asch says to his back. "Even I can change my mind when I'm given a new perspective."

And he'll leave it at that, for Sync to figure out what he means or not, and instead stare into the basket of peppers. After a long moment, he sighs and closes his eyes, slumping into his seat. It's not until Sync is gone that he speaks again.

"Now to put my money where my mouth is, I guess."

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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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