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[A certain 'Alexander Astori', otherwise known as one of the many very intensely grumpy redheads populating the dressing room, has appeared once again. This time he's minus a cat, but he's not too worried, if no less annoyed over it all. He's dressed more casually that he was last time, and is missing his phone.]

.... Damnit. Here again.

(OOC: o-okay! 8|b I failed at this last time! Let's try again, with less of the failing and more of the doing this right.)

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[takes a deep breath and runs a hand through his hair. He stands where he is for a moment, but ultimately doesn't say anything and instead wanders away from the couch, and begins to pace without quite realizing it]

[eventually stops pacing and turns to regard Luke again] So what does this mean we have to worry about now?

Tch. [glares] Him making his girl angry is his fault. If she decides to hate him forever because he made his own mistakes, then that's her right, and it isn't your place to try to 'fix' anything.

Edited 2009-03-31 06:10 (UTC)

[Asch frowns right back, and he's better at it than you are.] No, I'm not. You worry about her hating you. You might like the both of them, but what they do with and think of each other isn't any of your business. This is as much his fault as it is yours.

[does notice, and forces himself to speak a bit more calmly] And he knew both times. You said yourself that he just let you keep doing it.

[waits patiently enough, all things considered, and grumbles indistinctly for a second when Luke returns] Yeah, and over the wrong things. Panicking isn't gonna do anything but make you sick.

No, you haven't. [sounds annoyed, but no more than Asch usually does] Are you done panicking, now?

[glares right back at Luke] Well stop it. You're not gonna be able to help anything if you don't.

...

[falls silent at that and crosses his arms, allowing himself to lean against the wall. He's probably lapsed into thought, given his expression]

[finally, after a long, long silence, straightens up from where he's leaning against the wall] What do you have to drink?

...small selection of soda, bottled water, and some varying liquors.

[follows after Luke] Mmm. Just give me a water, then.

[accepts the bottle of water, twists it open, and quickly drains half of it before he speaks again] I wasn't here last time to settle into enough of a routine; what are we supposed to do here, if anything?

Gauge the population, make friends, make enemies, protect kids, blow up coffee makers, find a free guitar... ...lots of things. There's certainly plenty to do, if it sometimes isn't always welcome.

Hmph. [takes another drink of water] Like the City, then? Just... smaller.