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[ Remaining idle has never been one of Asch's strong points at any time in his life, so it should come as no surprise that he would find a way to spend his spare time doing something productive. As of late you might have seen the winged original bustling about hither and tither, to and fro, and even yonder as he transported -- among other things -- a great many boxes, several types of food, and a boatload of furniture. All this was being taken in the direction of a city located near the ocean's shoreline, to an outdoor cafe that would give a hole in the wall a bad name.

Only one small (if tasty-smelling) box remains to be taken from the apartments to said cafe. You're free to catch him anywhere along the way, with his hair neatly braided and sporting a spotless, ruffle-free apron. Mock at your own risk, drecks. ]

[ooc: My internet is being a wonky POS, so replies might be sporadic. D:]

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[ While he's vocal to the point his does it to shut him up. ]

I'm well aware of that. [ Ruffles her hair some and slings an arm around her waist. ]

Besides, I don't mind being this way.

[ Same time we do: never. ]

No objections from me either. It suits you. [ And it gives him something to smoosh on, which he does. ]

...there's something I want to show you.

So everyone keeps telling me. Who would have thought?

What is it?

When you happen to mirror certain aesthetic qualities of an attractive individual, it shouldn't come as that much of a surprise. [ Teasing again~ Or is he? ]

A place that you might enjoy.

Who could that individual possibly be?

Okay, lead the way.

I can hardly begin to imagine. [ Hey now. That's not very fair. ]

If you think you can keep up with me. [ Because he's going to glide now. ]

I'm the one who showed you how to do this!

Ah, but you happen to slack when you become bored! [ So going to race her all the way there, grinning the entire time. ]

Still doesn't mean you can beat me!

I can if you haven't been practicing! [ Despite all the boasting, his control over his own wings hasn't improved that much. If you're looking for a challenge, Wingy, you'll be sorely disappointed. ]

I don't need practice~.

Since whe-- hey! [ GDIT. If this were a sword fight instead of a race, he'd have the upper hand. ]

Told you you wouldn't beat me!

---! [ That loud noise? Was so not Asch crashing into something. Not at all. Just... give him a minute to catch up. ]

Asch? You okay?

...fine. [ CLANK. ] Dandy, in fact. [ Sitting amongst a pile of empty barrels is one winged idiot sporting a very fashionable bucket over his head. ]

Never thought you were this uncoordinated.

[ Jerks his head to the side to avoid looking at her. ]

I'm not! Your skirt-thing was practically showing off everything!

So you were staring at me.

[ EVIL WOMAN. E-V-I-L. B| His wings puff up a tad as he kicks a barrel out of the way. ]

No, I wasn't! It was just distracting, that's all!

Uh huh. Let me help you up.

[ It's a good thing, too. After a moment of just eyeing her hand, he takes it in his own and stands. ]

...no revealing clothes for the next race.

Or you could keep your eyes straight ahead.

They were. [ For the most part anyways. ] Keep being a brat and I'll let you find your own way back.