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[After getting violently ejected from his own house, Asch has set up temporary shop in Good Spirits until he figures out where to go (and whether or not to try and evict Guy and get his house back). Since Guy apparently hit his head and can't even remember working there, Asch is hoping that the bar will be the last place he'll have to worry about running into Guy again. And it's not like dealing with the shop is particularly hard; all you have to do is pour drinks and listen to people's griping, and what good is a replica if he can't do that in Asch's place? ...The listening part, anyway. Floating glasses of alcohol might give people the wrong idea.

So in short, Asch will be doing two things today: shopping and carrying groceries back to the bar to stock up, or hanging out in the bar and trying not to attempt to murder his invisible companion. Stupid drecks and their attempts at impressing him. He's not really used to being around a lot of people, so he easily forgets that he's the only one who can see Luke. Thus:]

I already told you to keep your feet on the ground. You could at least pretend to be normal.

[....]

Shut up! Stop doing that, I don't need help.

[....]

Just be quiet already!!

[...Yeah he's a little crazy in public this week.]

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Fonon? [A pause. They'll probably end up discussing this stuff if she keeps asking, and her head feels too fuzzy to remember more information than necessary.] Can you tell me about them next time? After I see what kind of drinks these are?

[fasflkgsgdf CHOKING. CHOKING JUST A LITTLE, THANKS.]

Why would you even suggest that?

Or perhaps you are?

But if you can't remember, I suppose I'll have to go without.

Try me.

[He can't actually feel the pettings, but the intention behind them is the same, so he leans up into Luke's hands, although he goes through them several times because of it. "It's wonderful to see you!"

But then he turns his head to stare at Asch. You must come join in their shenanigans, too!]

I'm making it my business, as you were previously yowling like an angry liger a moment ago. [Dist makes a face at the impasse but pushes her glasses up with a sigh. Fine, she'll be nice. Er...nicer.]

May I please have a drink, good sir?

[Luke blinks and follows Ammy's - Tai's - gaze, looking about the same as a tail-wagging dog might, sans the actual tail. Asch doesn't move, snorting faintly.]

Maybe you can afford to screw around, but I have work to do.

[CAN'T LET YOU DO THAT~~, STARFOX~~]

[Asch snorts at the insult, but the request is polite enough - even if he doubts Dist's sincerity - that he concedes at last, pouring a glass and pushing it towards her.]

[/ICON]

[...well, shit. Guy said he'd hated Asch; she hadn't thought it would go that far. Excuse the speechless silence there for a bit... because she's wondering how much of that is fact from normal points of view.]

[JSDHFKJSDHFJKHDSKJHFKJF AUGH

....REPLICA DON'T YOU DARE LAU- SDHJFHJKDSFHS SHUT UP]

Do you know what it's called?

It's hardly your business.

[Don't fuss, it's hardly a big deal.]

Don't most men enjoy looking at women? Even if you don't do anything, it shouldn't be something you complain about.

[Asch isn't really inclined to continue without prompting - or even with it, really depends on his mood - so he remains silent, moving to wash out a glass.]

Hmm...now let me see...I believe it was 'going merry.'

[...huh.]

Luceti's messed with both of you. [She's not about to tell you that you're sleeping with each other, but...] He certainly didn't hate you last week.

And why's that?

[Hands on hips now, in a gesture that should look very familiar to Asch.]

Hm, whatever. [She'd be better off asking one of the real fonists, though.] Let's start with Efreet. [And then he starts mixing a number of reddish-gold liquids, trusting her to listen to his instructions and watch what he does.]

Oh, that. I didn't create that. [He knows the recipe, though, oddly enough. So after a quick check for ingredients, he whips up a glass for her.]

How do you know that? He's never told me he changed his mind.

[That's nice, Ratatosk. You can act like a prissy princess, good for you!]

Because it's mine. What more do you want?

And yet you started explaining it to me anyway. Next time, don't start talking about something if you don't want to finish the conversation.

Don't be stupid. I just said it was complicated, that's not an explanation.

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