[catchall for ass the booty]

[slobjection]

Comments

[getdrekt]

[Asch nods mutely, already hating this—but not (FOR ONCE) because Phoenix is involved.

He doesn't take Phoenix's hand, opting instead to ball up a sheet in his left fist. Any other time, he would have spat back at the very offer—probably another idiot joke about his age. But...

...somehow, the sentiment was... nice.

Come to think of it, Phoenix was being really nice?]

...Ready.

[slobjection]

Down the hatch.... here it comes. [ who is death flagging hard right now, asch or phoenix??? ]

[ anyway. he coordinates --- emptying it in asch's mouth. so he can swallow it. ]

[ all the while, he's still supporting him. ]

[getdrekt]

[hard both

nom

it tastes like fuckin, grapes??? that's good, very comforting.

and nods at Phoenix. we're done!!! stop!!! embarrassing!!!]

[slobjection]

[ delicious. ]

All good? I'll lay you back down, now.

[getdrekt]

[he nods once, curtly, and says nothing else. good!!! let him go!!!! the sooner the better!!!!!



but softly please]

[slobjection]

[ he is gentle and fatherly ]

[ it's probably very confusing for asch. ]

Easy....

[getdrekt]

[it is EXTREMELY confusing, and therefor suspicious.

even though he's moving slowly, there's a muffled hiss of pain as he drops back down, frowning blankly at Phoenix.]

Why?

[slobjection]

Because you'd hurt yourself otherwise.

[ phoenix knows what he's asking but chooses to act like asch was asking him why he should take it easy. ]

[getdrekt]

[UGH]

You... know what I... meant!

[slobjection]

[ does he??? ]

Military general or not... you're just a kid.

[getdrekt]

[...]

No.

I'm... an adult.

[well like

nearly

three years away

but like wtf does phoenix know]

[slobjection]

You're not.

... And it's okay that you're not. You don't have to be.

[getdrekt]

[............]

Yes I... do.

[slobjection]

Not right now.

Not with me.

[getdrekt]

Hah.

[It's a pained huff of a laugh, which just makes it sound sad, instead. his expression, as pale as it is, is still wrought with suspicion.]

Just more... reason to-- to keep my guard up.

[slobjection]

Why do you think I'm here, Asch?

[ truly. ]

[getdrekt]

[...]

To find out... more information.

About th-- the murder.

[slobjection]

No. I trust you'll tell me whatever you remember when you're feeling a bit better.

[getdrekt]

[...]

Then I don't... know.

[slobjection]

It's not because I want something from you, I can tell you that much.

[getdrekt]

[That doesn't do anything to make the side-eye of suspicion depart.

He stays silent, the only sound his body settling back into the cushions.]

[slobjection]

[ tucks him in a little, dad style, and puts a cool cloth on his forehead. ]

It's not my style to ignore kids in pain.

I get it, though. You don't have to trust me. But be a little more gentle on yourself.

[getdrekt]

[that only makes him frown deeper. the only thing he has to say in return is:]

I'm not a... kid.

[slobjection]

How old are you?

[getdrekt]

[he only gets an angery glare in response!!!]