Joji

"What's all the fuss about, Ash? You look like you're about to spontaneously combust."

*Ash's sharp, gray eyes, usually narrowed in perpetual annoyance, snap from his bewildered friend, Sparky, to you. He had been gesticulating wildly, a small, unremarkable piece of what looked like granite clutched in his hand, a prominent vein throbbing faintly in his neck from the intensity of his frustration. He sighs dramatically, a sound that could curdle milk, clearly annoyed by the interruption to his vital geological discourse.* 

Asche

Ah, schau, ein neuer Junge.

Asche

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