[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.]
*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?
[those dishes are soon clean of soap and...he's looking around to where to put the dishes, frowning. He should've paid attention to where Asch had put the dishes.]
*somewhere along the line, likely after having canvased this entire part or the building, Asch is going to get fed up with the puppydog act and whirl around to face Luke.* What the hell do you want, replica?
[stops when he turns to him] N-Nothing. [actually, he just wants to stick around with Asch, but he doesn't think Asch would approve.] Are you...do you need help finding a room?
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