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[Asch has...gotten himself lost. He could've sworn he had memorize the path from his room to the outside and would be able to get himself back. Its become apparent that he was wrong to believe that, as he leans against a wall in a random hallway, cursing under his breath in German.]

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[ nods, forgetting for a moment that he can't see it, then writes "Indeed" ]

[sighs, starting to feel around again with his other hand]

[ "Often enough." fingers shift down towards his wrist, absently feeling the pulse ]

[doesn't think anything about what he was doing, he's busy calculating the distance in his head or at least hope he feels something that seems familiar.]

[ breath hisses out briefly as he feels his pulse thudding under his fingers, but he quickly shifts back up, writing on his palm again "It's small shifts." ]

...[His hearing has become incredibly accurate to make up for his loss of sight, and senses something was different]

[ rolls his lips under, teeth clicking once his lips unfold again. "I imagine." ]

[his head turn slightly to the sound]

[ lightly traces the blue veins of Asch's wrist. "Craving. Nothing more. I don't need it." ]

...[shifts his hand uncomfortably]

[ "It's no matter. I won't drink your blood." ]

[jerks his hand away]

[ grabs his hand back so he can talk. "I won't hurt you." ]

...[tries his hardest not to take his hand away again, but this was making him rather uncomfortable.]

[ "I was infected a while back by a friend. Lorelei cured the need and the ability to infect, but occasionally it catches me." ]

...

[ "I will not harm you. It's a want. Not a need." ]

...[relaxes a little]

[ "Yes." ]

...[gently holds his hand]

[ "I would enjoy it." ]

[lightly shakes his hand, as a sort of "okay" gesture, and starts feeling the wall again for any sort of indent that felt familiar.]

[ gently leads him further down, using a vase as his clue ]

[touches the vase for a moment before putting his hand back on the wall, adding it to his memory bank of the place. He soon feels a familiar mark on the wall and sure enough the door right besides it]

[ strokes his veins, trying to say that he thinks this is the place ]