[Poor, Asch, she's just worried about you. At least she didn't laugh?]
I wanted to ask, since it's your house after all. [But she takes his words as permission and takes her sword from its sheath, looking at the gaping hole. Jumping up for a better view, the little painter draws. A large blotch of of ink covers the hole, hovering in mid air...
...then falls, disappearing into nothingness before it hits the floor.]
[Action]
I wanted to ask, since it's your house after all. [But she takes his words as permission and takes her sword from its sheath, looking at the gaping hole. Jumping up for a better view, the little painter draws. A large blotch of of ink covers the hole, hovering in mid air...
...then falls, disappearing into nothingness before it hits the floor.]
Bah.