abyssdressing | (no subject)

[shrugs]

How in the hell did you manage something as ridiculous as this?

[ Oh yes. Very much so. >8 *HUGS* ]

Simple, I didn't. It just happen.

..I am probably giving you too much credit for something like that.

...

Something else you might want to know. There's no way to get back home once you're here.

...more of your pathetic lies.

[shakes head] I'm not. I haven't been able to get home for months. Maybe its only been a few days since Guy went back to me for you, but that was a long time ago for me.

... *he doesn't have much to say that hasn't already been said, so he'll just give Luke a withering glare.*

...

[Clears his throat, for the silence made him uneasy.] I can show you around if you like.

I don't need your help, replica.

Well, I just thought...you wanted me to do something useful.

...fine. If you can do that without screwing it up.

...Okay, I'll try not to. Let's go inside then. [without thinking, he reaches for his hand]

*the look he's giving Luke is a mix of confusion, disgust, and the thought that Luke must be insane.*

[Luke is of course oblivious. His hand stops just inches from his hand, looking at Asch, confused] What?

What the hell do you think you're doing?

...[lowers his hand] [and walks past him, heading towards the building.]

Hmph. *quickly turns and follows after Luke, glaring at the weird face-thing on the back of his coat.*

[it'll glare back at Asch then 8|. Opens the door, leaving it open for Asch.] So, this is pretty much where most of the people stuck here are staying. The rooms are free, just find one that's vacant.

...a decent size. What kind of place doesn't charge for room and board?

[shrugs] No one's saying anything, so I don't see a problem. Oh and the kitchen is down that way to the left. [pointing down the hallway.] Um...are you hungry?

How odd. *allows his eyes to go in the direction Luke is pointing towards.* ...maybe a bit.

...Well um. [crinkling the bag a little] You can get something in the kitchen if you want. It's a public kitchen so anyone can use it... [showing him the bag awkwardly]

... *turns to eye the bag suspiciously, like it's some kind of trap.* Don't tell me you baked that. *he already is in doubt of your cooking skills, Luke, and thinks he'll end up poisoned. or worse.*

No, even I'll admit I'm a terrible cook. [opens the bag, incoming smell of delicious just baked apple pie] An Asch baked this...and I'm sure you can trust yourself with cooking.