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... *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.

*An Asch. that still sounded inane and crazy.* More than I would trust a dreck like you. *snatches the bag from him in such a way so as not to touch him, inspecting the contents.*

...[just watches him curiously.] I haven't done anything to it. I was going to save it for later, but you can have it.

*shoves it back into his arms, scowling.* I can fix myself something to eat. You'll starve if left to fend for yourself.

Ah! [flails, his hands barely saving that bag before it fell to the ground] B-But, I've been doing just fine for the past few months. I mean, I can make myself a sandwich at least...[stares]

Then that is one less meal you have to worry about. Eating nothing but sandwiches will dull your already lacking senses.

...[more staring]

...

Now what the hell is your problem?