[catchall for ass the booty]

[slobjection]

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WEEK 0, POST MOIDAH

[slobjection]

[ blind and deaf: the perfect combo. ]

So. Did anyone explain what happened to you yet?

Post-inves i guess, just hangin around!!!

[getdrekt]

[what?]

Nothing happened to me.

[well. blindness. MANY injuries. but other than THAT nothing!!!]

[slobjection]

[ asch he's the deaf one don't do this. ]

The murder.

[ idiot. ]

[getdrekt]

She died. [simple!]

She was probably attacked by some kind of venomous monster, since it wasn't animal fur. [matter-of-fact!]

I'm more surprised it took them this long to kill one of us.

[slobjection]

I thought it was "liger" fur....?

And which "them" do you mean?

w0 post-trial

[getdrekt]

[why would you think he'd be anywhere else but the kitchen

he's

sitting with a tray of ice cubes.

he pops one in his mouth

and just. sits there.]

[slobjection]

[ well, that's new. ]

Burn your tongue?

[getdrekt]

No.

[He's as pummelled as usual. Similar to Lio, he's just one giant bruise. But the punch Ash gave him at the end of the trial sure is showing itself prettily along his jawline, an angry mess of green, blue, purple, and red.

He touches his cheek gently where the ice cube is, and exhales.]

[slobjection]

[ god asch. ]

You might want to find better ways to spend your energy.

[ or he'll be the next victim. ]

week 1, post-investigation

[slobjection]

[ phoenix is here with the baby tylenol to take care of baby asch!!!! also has some peas to put on his forehead and miscellaneous helpful items. ]

... Hey.

[getdrekt]

[Asch is

unremarkably

in bed.

he's sort of phasing in and out of wakefulness, since the pain is excruciating, but he's also really really tired, so come on in and roll the dice!!

extra invited because drugs.

But there's no reply, or movement, to Phoenix's salutation.]

[slobjection]

[ he puts a cool cloth on asch's forehead and puts the frozen peas nearby. ]

I have something for the pain. Are you awake...?

[ nurse phoenix will give it. ]

[getdrekt]

[the cloth gets a reaction. he blinks, heavily and muzzily, as if trying to figure out what's on his head.]

What's... that?

[you can't see it it's on your forehead

this is honestly kind of funny]

WEEK 1, POST-TRIAL...

[getdrekt]

[hey there dad

it's me, ya boi

BUT HE'S FINE AND THERE'S NO REAL REASON TO WORRY... SO... MAYBE GO GET SOME SLEEP.]

[slobjection]

[ no he's bringing this stupid chucklefuck pillows and blankets and ice. ]

Why were you so convinced you'd done it?

[getdrekt]

[he tried

...]

I wasn't.

But I knew I was a part of it—and that we didn't have any better options.

[slobjection]

We did. We could have found the actual killer... the one you tried to stop.

[ it feels pointless to bring this up now but he can't help being frustrated ]

W5 SSSSSSOMETIME. WHENEVER.

[getdrekt]

[well here we are in the cursed graveyard house, dead ghosts that don't need to eat or sleep or anything!

so it makes perfect sense that asch is baking! there's nothing in sight right now other than a mixing bowl and various measuring vessels (which are soaking in the sink) and a nice smell—but probably the big giveaway is Asch pulling on the traditionally oversized oven mitts.

which he immediately stops doing, freezing, as Phoenix walks in. his cat tail goes straight up, ears flattening a little.

arrrrgh.

with no further options he just

goes back to what he's doing like phoenix isn't even in the room. because the other option is a snippy retort to cover up his embarrassment. and he doesn't want to say nya anymore around this joker.]

[slobjection]

[ cute..... ]

[ phoenix starts gathering ingredients, but he smiles at asch. ]

What are you working on?

[getdrekt]

[he doesn't answer.

instead, he opens up the oven

and pulls out

croissants. which he shows to phoenix.





lotta free time up in this manor for folding butter into pastry right now.]

[slobjection]

... Huh. They smell good.

You're talented.

[ he knew asch could cook but this is expert baking! ]

week 5, friday

[slobjection]

[ phoenix will wordlessly approach asch, wherever he is....... and give him a pudding. ]

[getdrekt]

[he's in the library.

he wordlessly accepts it,

rips the top off,

and looks around for a spoon.

...]

...Do you want me to eat this with my hands, nya?

[slobjection]

I was getting to that.

[ hands him a spoon. ]

[getdrekt]

Hmph.

[he puts the spoon in the cup, and


turns away.


he's definitely licking the lid.]