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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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Because energy is so hard to come by at your age. [Sarcasm. Luke has it.]

[ Pinches his neck. Brat. ] It can be with your penchant for both trouble and... extracurricular activities.

Extracurricular? You say that like the rest of what I do is educational.

In a way that is true. Your idiocy has taught me a great deal.

No need to say it like that.

The truth requires no sugarcoating for it to be understood.

And you call me a brat.

Because you are. [ Icon keywords, Mechanic~ ]

[Grumbles a bit. Fine, then settle for a dozing replica, Ambassador Asshat. :|]

[ He almost prefers him that way. It's less embarrassing to love on a sleeping dreck. brb molesting one tan neck. ]

[Rumbles a bit, kind of purring and kind of not. You're making napping difficult, sir.]

[ Grazes his teeth over the skin. So sorry, pet, but it's impossible not to when you make such a cute noise. ]

I've created a monster, haven't I.

Perhaps. You taste vaguely like the cakes they sold in Keterburg.

[Twists his head and shoots him an odd look.] I do not taste like cake-- wait you ate those?

[ Snorts against his neck before sitting up a tad. ] You do so. Much like the s-- ...so what if I did?

[Blinking owlishly.] ...never figure you the type to like sweets.

[ Folds his arms with a huff. ] I don't in excess, but I'm not about to go out of my way to avoid them.

[Rolls onto his side, carefully.] ...it's cute.

[ Oh, you said it, didn't you. ] I'M NOT CUTE!

[Laughs.] You are so. [Sits up, running his hands through his hair.] Ab. so. lute. ly. Adorable. [Chu.]

[ AFKDLJAF SEETHES! FOAMS. Turns a lovely shade of red. Doesn't move an inch. ] I. Hate. Your. Guts. [ Sulk. ]

[Presses his lips to the bridge of Asch's nose, just between his eyes.] I'm so sure.

[ What an evil dreck you are. Scrunches up his face, eyes crossing as he glares. ] Hate. With a passion.

[Chuckles.] Shh.