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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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Welcome. Right. [Why does he find that totally unbelievable?]

What? [NO HE TOTALLY DOESN'T HAVE COMPANY and replica stop sticking your arm through her face, that looks ridiculous.]

Who were you talking to just now?

[NO YOU HAVE NOT, YOU TOTALLY HAVE NOT, AND WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN]

[And Asch reacts by stepping up to defend his territory from this terrifying monstrosity encroaching on it.] What the hell do you think you're doing?

[Dammit. Unhelpful.] Why would I know of some secret bar recipe?

[kjhdkf NO GO AWAY, STOP WATCHING] ...There was an insect.

[Totally ignoring Luke's indignant reaction to that.]

As I recall, you are its creator.

[He doesn't talk in stares, Sigmund. Sorry.] What?

[Something he himself would be grateful for if he was more aware. As it is he really just wishes people would stop staring at him. ~~even if they have good reasons for it~~]

What now?

[....Yyyyeah no.] Then you're remembering it wrong.

[Goddammit.]

....The journal. [Nevermind that it's shut. And like three feet away.]

[... Houston, we have a looney.] I see.

You'll probably have to be careful next time. I could hear you from outside.

[....]

I was talking to someone hard of hearing.

[REPLICA DON'T YOU DARE LAUGH]

[If the stare gets someone's attention, it is a good stare. This was clearly a good stare.] You are the barkeep? [Or are you just standing there and ranting for fun?]

Well, he used it this time.

[She frowns.] All this confusion, you think it could just be another...thing. [Ugh. Memory, don't fail her now.] An experiment?

[Dist's heels clack against the floor as she stops suddenly and she sets Asch with a dry look, crossing her arms over her chest.] What you failed to do the first time I asked you. I'm looked for that blond haired young man. I need to speak with him.

[Sigmund, you really need to learn how to say hello.]

I am today.

... Maybe it's because the journal is too far away?

[Look, he can only bear to say so many words to strangers in a day, and hello is a waste of a perfectly good one. Besides, that's the bartender's job, to greet people and be friendly.]

I want a pint of something dark. [Someone is clearly not very picky. Or just not entirely sure Asch knows where everything is.]

An experiment. [Yep, sounds about right.] There's been something wrong with everyone I've met so far.

...Doesn't matter, I'm done shouting at it. What do you want?

Guy isn't here right now. [And don't look at him like that. Just because you're not hideous now doesn't mean you can look down on him. B|]

[Sorry, Sigmund, your normal friendly bartender is taking an asshole vacation. Asch checks his booze supply, studying the bottles for a moment before selecting some schwarzbier and pooring a mug for Sigmund, sliding it over. He's never had it before, but it's the darkest one he could find.]

[Blinking. Well. Temperament hasn't changed any. |D That's bizarrely reassuring. She'll just ...nudge her glass forward.]

Can I have a refill?

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