dissonates | [Action / Accidental Voice]

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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.

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

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Just be quiet already!!

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

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[......OH SWEET BLOODY LORELEI WHAT THE HELL IS THAT THING.]

[Shut up, Asch, Dist makes an oddly hot chick. ~~Probably because he's so girly already.~~ Dist sees Asch staring however, and huffs in irritation.]

It's impolite to stare, boy. [And just plain nasty. What are you, like...17? Gross.] Now go fetch that other boy. Guy, I believe his name was. I have to speak with him. Is he here?

[He's staring because he's SO GODDAMN HORRIFIED, IS THAT SERIOUSLY DIST

He can't even rely on Luke for help, because he's gawking just as badly!

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Yeah he's not coherent yet. What the fuck what the fuck, Luceti.]

[Dist glares at Asch, then just waves her hand and goes to look herself. Ugh, whatever...she can't count on incompetent fools to do anything. Brb while she goes to look behind the counter for Guy if hewas there. Even though she considered the man an enemy, she still had to thank him for helping Nephry during the earthquake.]

[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?

[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.

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|]

[Dist would look down on you regardless of how hideous she does and doesn't look. Kind of like now. Dist purses her lips, looking sharply at Asch as if she could see right through him, then scoffed and slid onto a seat at the bar table.]

Fine. I'll be sure to contact him later. [She pauses and her lips slowly curl into a kind of vilainous smirk.] You, on the other hand, can get me a drink. Perhaps a glass of red wine. What do you sug--oh...are you even old enough to drink, boy?

I'm of age. Anyway, I don't need to drink just to serve it. [His eyes narrow.] And I don't have to serve you a damn thing.

What poor service, and ill manners, refusing a beautiful lady! I'm afraid you'll get no tip from me, boy.

[She's not leaving though.]

Stop calling me "boy". You could at least use my name if you're going to insult me.

As you wish...Luke. [Now about that drink.]

[You're getting a glare for that.] That's not my name.

[Dist just ignores the glare, pushing up her glasses with a triumphant smirk.] I'm still waiting for a nice glass of wine. Indulge me and I may find your request suitable. How are you feeling?

None of your business. And you don't get a drop of anything until you show some respect. [Welcome to Asch's Impasse Bar! Since he's hardly in good spirits with Dist around.]

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?

[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.]

[Dist takes the drink without a single word of thanks, and takes a testing sip. Hm, not bad as all. She takes another, longer one, before setting her drink down to look closely at the redhead. If he won't answer how he was feeling, then--]

...How have you been, Asch? [Take that how you want.] Faring well these past few weeks?

I'm fine. Perfectly healthy. Now shut up about it. [And true to his word, he is healthy, in this AU.]

Stubborn boy... [Dist grumbles and takes another sip of her drink.] One day you're going to regret not asking for my help, you realize. And I won't lift a finger to aid you, Asch!

I already told you I don't need any help. Go find someone else to use as your guinea pig.

Hmph... My apologies, but until your replica deems it fit to be dragged here as well, I'm afraid I cannot find another isofon to closely monitor. But all right, if you want to be stubborn, so be it. Don't expect my help when you need it!

[Asch just ignores her this time; talking to Dist is like dealing with a broken record on a player that won't stop trying to turn. It's pointless to argue.]

[~~STOP IGNORING MEEEE!~~ Dist glares at Asch when she's so obviously ignored and takes finishes off her drink, pushing the glass forward for a refill.

It was difficult talking to Asch, and Dist never was one to seek out anyone company, especially those she disliked. So she'll just sit here quietly and mull a few things over in her head and wait for Asch to refill her glass. Chop, chop.]

[Asch refills her glass, fine, just fine. And then goes back to ignoring her, because HELLO DIST, HE HATES YOU. In case you missed the memo.]

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