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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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That happens sometimes.

[ Have another you, Mr. Astoria. Until he's deemed you to not be a threat, he'll stay just within speaking range. ] You were lucky enough to escape for a time?

[ ooc: Keep trying! We're bound to break your brain eventually! 8Db ]

Hmph. More like six times by now. [Blip, New York, Blip, Dressing, Blip, Dressing! It's passed the point of getting irritating.]

[He is just fine with you staying out of speaking range! He might be used to the idea of there being other hims, but that doesn't mean he likes it, or trusts them.] Pfft. I wouldn't call it 'lucky'. Leave here just means I end up somewhere else.

[ Ah, so they already have reached an silent understanding. Excellent. That'll save the both of them a great deal of time, unlike when handling a Luke. The 'pfft' noise is very amusing to this one. ] A place that is not Auldrant, if I assume correctly from your tone.

...Home to the City... The City to LA, LA to the City, the City to here... I've lost count by now. And if you count all the purposed traveling I did trying to find you in New York... yeesh. I never see another Greyhound it may be too soon.

[ew, Greyhounds] Hn. At least going from LA to New York you were deciding to move on your own power. [It's this getting world-bounced without warning he's getting sick of]

[That's one good thing about dealing with yourself, at least. He makes a non-verbal noise of confirmation at the assumption.] I haven't seen Auldrant in years. [Granted, given the state he was in when he left, he's not exactly eager to go back.]

If you wanna call it that. ...I've got a room, if you want to tolerate the place long enough to get comfortable.

[ And it eliminates the need for introductions. Asch nods, looking off to the side. ] Unfortunate, but it cannot be helped. My stay has not been anywhere near as long and I must find a way to get the replica and myself back.

You could have stayed in one spot, if you wanted. [reaches up to rub the back of his neck, then lets his hand fall] Hmph. Making myself unhappy won't get me out of here any faster.

I did and I didn't. ...Bed's about as big as yours, back at the apartment. I've been staying with some friends I made here...

I doubt there's a way to get back unless whatever brought you here decides it's time for you to leave. [looks mildly grumpy over this, and maybe even slightly resigned]

[ Gives him a look of annoyance at his double's defeated attitude. ] If there is a way to be had, I will find it. This place is too dangerous for my liking.

[Don't look now; you've got a kidlet following you.]

Uwaah... B-Big Brother, that's a bad word...

I'm not so desperate for a place to sleep that I'm going to kick you out of yours. [which is Asch's way of saying that Luke is allowed to stay in his space]

[Seems largely unconcerned by all of this, except that....] 'Dangerous'? How so?

...wouldn't really be kicking me out, but if it's all right I wouldn't mind sticking around.

[glances down at the kid] .... [oh god, it's a tiny] I'm not your big brother, kid.

My replica and countless others have been attacked by version of ourselves. One that looks like us molested my replica and may have done worse if given the chance.

It's fine. It won't be the first time I've had to share space with you.

[frowns] How many different versions of us have been attacking the others?

Sharing space and sharing a bed are a little different. Although I don't take up much space, and I've got an amazing chaise I'd be willing to camp out on.

Not you, too...? [bites his lip, he's gonna come a little closer and try to tug on your pants leg now] I-it's still a bad word... Mama said we're not allowed t' say bad words...

You move around too much when you sleep. I'll take the chaise; you'd roll right off of it.

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