abyssdressing | (no subject)

...[grins. He feels like he has accomplished something.]

It's acceptable. Far better than you could do, I'm sure. *he can't resist getting a dig in.*

If I ever get the ingredients right, I wouldn't have the patience, waiting for it to finish baking. [leans back in his seat] We waited so long for that pie to bake.

You would be lucky to not end up burned from your hasty nature.

Knowing my luck, I'll end up burning just from making a salad somehow.

Or dying from using bad ingredients. You're a menace.

heh, I know. [grins, like he was proud of it or something. Oh you poor thing, Luke.]

*...Luke knows how to ruin Asch's fun, that's for sure.* It wasn't a compliment, dreck.

Ah...I know. [poking his salad with his fork]

Hmph. *scowls at him and returns to his own food.*

...[now he's just playing with his food. He's feeling a little homesick.]

*which drives Asch's proper senses nuts.* Stop that.

...[puts his fork down]

*stands suddenly, taking his empty bowl and plate to the sink, washing them both.*

...[remains seated, staring down at the table, occasionally glancing over to see what Asch was doing.]

*doesn't look over or pay Luke any mind until he finishes.* If you're done, get your ass over here and take care of those dishes.

...[nods, standing up] [Takes his plate and bowl over, almost embarrassed that he barely ate anything. Didn't even touch his slice of pie.]

*glances at Luke's leftover food, but refrains from commenting on it, moving out of his way to lean against the fridge.*

[he was about to toss the salad into the trashbing but decided that there was probably enough to save for later. He feels bad for wasting the food Asch made. So he finds a tupperware or two, for the salad and pie and quietly cleans the dishes.]

*taps his foot irritably as he waits for Luke to finish. he's only hanging around to make sure the replica doesn't screw things up, of course.*

[He's screwing up Asch, he's screwing up. He's not putting dishwashing soap on the dishes.]

Hold it, replica. *comes up beside him and pours a small amount of soap onto the dishes.*

...[watches, also noting how close Asch was to him. He's never been or allowed this close to Asch]

*first thing first; not knowing who this place belongs to, Asch isn't about to go incuring the wrath of the owner. especially not due to the replica. stepping back, he waits for Luke to continue.* ...well?

...oh! [goes back to cleaning the soap covered dishes]