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➵ TDM OVERFLOW

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➵ YURI

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[continued from ]

I'm only sorry we didn't have more time together as kids.

[And he means that. There were never enough days, and he never feels like he does enough to repay others for their kindness. But then, he knows how fleeting time is. There just isn't enough of it.

Perhaps now that the war is over and they're both stuck here, he can do something worthwhile for Yuri.]

I'll have to have a look sometime.

Ah, would you do me one more favor? Help me take these back to my room. I promise I'm not far. I thought it would be beneficial to snag a place close to the market.

➵ DIMITRI

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I see.

[Despite Dimitri's efforts, Ashe can't help but worry a little. The whole thing is a bit much. Stones embedded in them that may turn them into beasts? It's an echo of what they'd fought against before. At least the changes aren't permanent and, evidently, the worst Ashe has gotten are a pair of bunny ears and a fluffy little tail. Dimitri's had it much worse.]

Well, I'm glad you're all right in any case, Your Highness. I'm not sure if I can offer much, but please let me know if I can help you, all right?

Some days after THE INCIDENT

[spikemuth]

[ There’s silence for a moment before a quiet shit is uttered. Another beat passes before someone actually speaks directly into the device. ]

Hey. It’s that IDIOT from the festival ... thing. Piers. Look ... this is gonna sound like a load of bollocks but I wasn’t myself that day. I’d never talk to anyone like that normally. Like, not even if I did find ‘em attractive.

... not to say you’re not attractive, but ... cripes, never mind that. The point is I was right creepy to you and you shoulda told me to piss off.

You don’t have to respond to this or anythin’. Yeah ... that’s all. Bye.

[shootyourshot]

Oh. Hi Piers.

Um, look. Don't worry about it? I figured out that it was mainly the dust that they were using for their festivities, so that's not really your fault. I got hit with some myself, so I understand where you're coming from.

Thanks for reaching out. I actually kind of appreciate it.

hey ashe, want some snail mail?

[markofnobility]

[It takes a while for Ferdinand to even find Ashe's physical address. His online inbox? Easy. But this? Well, it's worth it. Such things must be properly done! But once he does Ashe will find a letter in his mailbox, with a simple red seal- no crest or country indicated in the wax, since Ferdinand is lacking such a thing here. The paper inside is almost heavy due to its high quality, and the words are clearly handwritten with a quill and ink.]

My Dear Friend, Ashe

I apologize it has taken me this long to send this. But I do hope that the wait has only given me time to choose my words all the more carefully. I must thank you again for all the care you showed me when last we spoke in person, at the garden. Your kindness helped me overcome such a strange new experience with grace, and left a pleasant memory in my heart. I wish we had allotted more time to explore the gardens together, but even so, I hope the experience was just as fond for you as it was for me.

If it is not too bold of me to ask, I would very much like to plan a similar outing with you in the future? If you find it agreeable please feel free to contact me at your leisure. As charming as a letter would be, please do not feel obligated to respond in kind- these devices the gems offer us are so useful after all!

I look forward to your response.

Yours sincerely,
Ferdinand von Aegir

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[Ferdinand what the HELL. Ashe has to take like 20 minutes to get over how endearing this letter is before he even thinks to respond!!

But he does! And he writes in return. Although Ashe's handwriting is not nearly as lovely, but it is easy to read which is where it counts at least. He certainly tries his hardest to make sure it's legible and neat, so writing the letter took some agonizingly long time, but he manages.

Inside is a pressed flavor, a violet.]

Dear Ferdinand,

I received your letter and was moved. I'm glad I could make your experience arriving here all the more bearable and I'd be happy to help further in the future. The gardens were quite lovely and I would be extremely flattered to meet with you again.

I have an open schedule save for evenings, but I can work out a time to clear if need be.

I know you said I didn't have to write in return as you did, but I felt it would be in poor taste if I wasn't willing to show the same enthusiasm in kind.

Sincierely,
Ashe Ubert

text; un: king.of.grappling

[ashenputtel]

Hey, pal, have you got a minute? I could use your help with something.

[shootyourshot]

Hi Balthus! Of course. What do you need?

[ashenputtel]

Hey, little buddy, guess what! I found a job...maybe.

Uh, that's why I'm calling. I kinda need your help.

[shootyourshot]

Congratulations, Balthus!

What do you need?

un: bernie | text

[persecutetioncomplex]

Ashe, we need to talk.

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Of course. What's up, Bernadetta?

@Tascheter || The day after.... ^that

[bottomless_bowl]

Hi Ashe. It's Claude, I just... this phone can't be traced so I actually use it more than the other one. Not that text is the best way to do this but I at least know you'll get it this way. Even if you have the other one blocked. Which would be understandable.

I didn't know Bernadetta was going to confront you about... things. I would have told her not to if I had. That wasn't fair on either of us. But since she started this whether I was ready to deal with it or not... I

I owe you an apology. It feels disingenuous to apologize when I can't change the behavior that caused the hurt, though. Not... fully. Or maybe just... not yet. I didn't mean to be hurtful but I do understand why you were.

There's a lot of reasons, things that have kept me alive this long. Things that, if we do return to our worlds from this place, I still need to have in place if I intend to make it to the future Ferdinand recalls. Which only makes it that much harder to even try to change things. But I don't want to keep hurting people. You and Byleth are both right about that. It's not fair to you.

So... I hope you'll understand why this.... this isn't an apology. I can't give you that in good faith. Not right now. Not without putting in the effort to make things better. Even a little bit. I know that probably sounds like a cop out and I can do nothing to disprove that.

But I am trying. If you have it in you to be patient with me. Hopefully I'll be able to give you that apology sooner rather than later.

[shootyourshot]

Which name am I supposed to use for you right now?

Delivery!

[bottomless_bowl]

Ashe,
Small steps, right? You don't have to answer but you deserve to see this. The sweets are حلوا "halva". Somewhere between fudge and marzipan. If you like it I can give you the recipe.
~Khalid

text | un: kissfroma @ some ungodly hour

[hasitsthorns]

hey
are you up

foreword: this is NOT a booty call
but man I think I messed up
with that glowy body paint

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Oh no
What happened Rosie?

July Event ★ did someone order a rambunctious youth

[ashenputtel]

[It's a warm July afternoon in the Emerald District Farmer's Market, and a gangly boy of about seven or eight has been staring at a basket of peaches near a family-owned fruit stall for a considerable length of time now.

He's dressed a little oddly for the Sumarlok aesthetic, to say nothing of the weather — he's got on a high-collared tunic with a wide belt cinching the middle, along with plain trousers and pirate-style boots with the tops folded over. The sleeves of the tunic are a touch too long, likely because whoever made it anticipated that boys of his age sprout up like weeds and had the foresight to leave a little extra to grow into. His hair, though kept trimmed, is about as unkempt as one might expect of a rambunctious lad, though he seems to be making a herculean effort to stay on his best behavior at the moment.

It's only natural that, after a while, his attentions would be noticed; it's a young woman and her elderly grandfather who are manning the stall, and the girl who eventually approaches him with a kindly look, making him gulp and draw his shoulders up into proper posture once he realizes he's been spotted.

A brief conversation ensues, the content of which is mostly lost amid the hustle and bustle of the market, but there are still hints and indications of what might be going on. The girl motions to the stall; the boy emphatically shakes his head. Something else is said; he pushes his hands deep into his pockets and glances away. A little more discussion is exchanged; finally, the girl points around to the back of the stall, saying something that seems to make the boy brighten. His spirits suddenly lifted, he darts around behind the shopfront; when he returns a minute later, he's struggling but succeeding at carrying a crate of produce around to the shopfront, where he quickly drops to his knees in front of a mostly-empty bushel basket of corn and starts unloading the box into it.

When his labor eventually completes, the nature of the little exchange becomes much more apparent: smiling, the girl offers him a pair of peaches, which he takes enthusiastically before waving and running off —

And, quite possibly, smacking facefirst into Ashe from not looking where he was going. Oops.]

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W-whoa, hey!

[Truthfully, Ashe had been watching a bit from the exchange, mostly because it pangs a little close to home. But then, seeing a lot of people he'd known once now as a child makes him empathize very easily; he was once the lost child with nowhere to go. How could he not?

This boy doesn't immediately smack of someone he recognizes. Instead, it's just a rowdy boy who doesn't really look where he's going until it's too late, crashing into someone after his earnings.]

You all right?

HORNY BOOK CLUB

[sighsqueen]

oh heck, the golden dildo is identical to the pirate king's dick! he's getting his dick out in the treasure vault so he can double check and everything and

what does this MEAN WHY DOES IT LOOK THE SAME
don't tell me what it means i'm still reading but WHAT DOES IT MEAN

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You know I'm not going to spoil it! But that's not even the best part yet.

I'm glad you're having such a good time with it, though.

voice

[wildabandon]

Hey, Ashe.

Can I, uh, ask you something?

[shootyourshot]

Yeah, of course, Caspar. What's up?

[ashenputtel]

Hey, uh.

Thanks for offering to buy me a peach, that one time. That was awfully nice of you, pal. Just figured I oughta say so.

[shootyourshot]

Hey, Balthus.

Yeah of course. I'm sorry I couldn't do more for you. Are you doing okay?

[ashenputtel]

Hey, Ashe! I bought you a present!

Now, now, don't fall over backwards thanking me or anything, and I DON'T need anything in return! I just saw it and it reminded me of you, so you're getting it, OK?

[shootyourshot]

Well

Okay, if you're sure. I'm still going to thank you though! So thank you.

14th Aug

[plasticasshole]

[Connor arrives at the promised time (on the minute, actually) and knocks on Ashe's door expectantly. He's excited to see some animals, but it's also a great chance to get to know the other man better.]

Hello? It's me, Connor.

[shootyourshot]

[In retrospect, he should have figured that Connor would be so precise on his timing. Still, he's happy to have a chance to better understand the android! So, he opens the door and offers a big smile.

And a big fat cat in his arms.]

Hi, Connor! Come on in. Sir Loog is happy to see you too.

★ Birthday Delivery

[ashenputtel]

There's a note!

Heya, pal!

Have a little something from me and the girls, to make you feel strong and cool and relaxed on your birthday! (I don't really get the bottle thing but it's some kinda joke that they promised me was really funny.)

Here's hoping somebody gifts you the moon today. 😉

- B

[ashenputtel]

HEYA, PAL

Work's kind of slow today so I'm pretending to text so that Jade and Amber don't rope me into some crazy thing of theirs again (like always). How's it going with you?

[shootyourshot]

Hey Balthus!

Pretty good. I don't really have any exciting plans, just getting off of work soon and putting together something called a cat tree for Loog.

How are you doing?

[ashenputtel]

Hey, Ashe! Remember that time we, uh...well I guess it was more like I, uh...sort of wandered into your dream? And then that lousy novel guy of yours turned into Holst?

Do you ever, uh.

Still think about that?

[shootyourshot]

Oh

Well

Sometimes

Do you?

Delivery >> 25th December, Morning

[peninhand]

[ A small package arrives at his place on the morning of Christmas. Inside is a box of chocolates.

There is a poem on the card, about love and holidays. It's signed by Monika. ]

→ DELIVERY | DECEMBER 25th

[jurisprudence]

[Come December 25th, a box will via courier service (rather than being personally delivered) because let's face it, Edgeworth was well aware that he was most likely going to be a fucky mess come the actual Christmas holiday, and so he did what any sensible Type-A person would do and took care of it all early.

Inside, Ashe will find a ludicrously expensive watch and cufflink set, and a handwritten note.]

Ashe —

I hope you'll find some use for these. Wear them in good health, and with my compliments.

Regards,
M. Edgeworth

→ DELIVERY | DECEMBER 25th

[ashenputtel]

[Ashe's gift arrives in the form of an envelope slipped under his door, which means it may seem a little unassuming at first — until he opens it and discovers a glossy brochure, accompanied by a handwritten note.]

Hey, little buddy! Check this out — isn't it neat? It's something new every month! I figured you'd enjoy having something fancy that kept on giving and giving and giving. Hope this helps remind you all year long that you should never forget to treat yourself right! — B

→ DELIVERY | DECEMBER 25th

[foulplayed]

( Delivery for Ashe Ubert! The package is neatly wrapped in deep green paper covered in cute little Christmas trees, and inside it contains a little gardening and hand-pampering kit. The attached note is succinct but sincere: )

Little Sparrow,

This Christmas thing isn't so bad, is it?

I probably don't tell you enough, but I'm glad we've been able to spend time together here. Sometimes I think back to the kids we were before Garreg Mach and I miss those little guys - but it's been a privilege to get to know the man you've become.

Keep that chin of yours up, yeah?

- Yuri

[jurisprudence]

Does your coffee shop by any chance make cakes to order, Ashe?

[shootyourshot]

Hi there, Mr. Edgeworth!

I've done it a few times. What kind of cake did you have in mind, and what's the occasion?