someone take the notebook away from him

[bloodyashes]

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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[fifthreplacement]

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.

[bloodyashes]

"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."

[fifthreplacement]

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.

[bloodyashes]

"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."