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Rosen laughed out loud for a moment, "Frei's not a child," he informed Long, "She's a creepy-ass adult stuck in a kid's body."

"She's still in a child's body," Long noted as if the concept wasn't too foreign.

"Just 'cause she's in a child's body does not mean she's going to sit down and make crafts," Rosen retorted.

"Just because I never did crafts as a child, does not mean I want to sit down and do crafts," Long replied. As he more time he spent at the resort, he seemed to be getting a little snippier. He didn't seem to be aware of it though.

Rosen just smirked, "I don't care if you don't want to," he informed Long, "It's part of your therapy."

"I don't need therapy," Long argued before preforming a complex kick at the air for exercise. He was noticeably unsatisfied with the results. And even Rosen could tell he was starting to become a little worse at his typical exercises and he was having more trouble focusing. His body was off for some reason and time wasn't helping.

Rosen watched as his smile faded, he let out a long sigh, "Yes, you do," he replied simply, "We both know something's wrong."

Long didn't say anything as he tried again, still not getting it right.

Rosen walked over and made a swipe at Long's hand.

Long pulled his hand away, not looking terribly happy.

"C'mon, stressing yourself out about it won't do any good," he informed Long with a frown.

"I'm not stressed," Long argued. If he wasn't stressed, then he was irritable for some other reason.

"Then what's going on?" Rosen asked bluntly, "Your mood is mud right now."

"... I don't know," Long admitted.

Rosen muttered something in german again, "Well at least you're being honest," he replied, "Do you want to meet up with Blaze? I heard she's coming in today."

Long paused before shaking his head.