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Asch the Bloody ([personal profile] dissonates) wrote2010-11-09 03:49 pm

[Action]

[After a few days of Deep Thought following this little encounter, Asch has finally resolved himself to go back home. He's packed his things, cleaned up, done a few repairs to make the apartment somewhat presentable after he tore it to bits during the Halloween ordeal, though he's sure it'll end up fixing itself anyway. Finally, sometime in the morning, he heads out and makes his way to House 5.

Depending on where the occupants are, he'll be looking for Guy, Luke, and Natalia- starting with their rooms, one by one, and then moving on to the rest of the house and outside if necessary. He's been thinking a lot - probably too much for his own good - and he's tired, but more than that, he's tired of just running away.]

[identity profile] goldenfirefly.livejournal.com 2010-11-11 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
[Stella had been in the clinic for a few days, and now that she's strong enough to walk around on her own, she's been doing so, exploring the world and seeing all of the sights and just... being happy that she's alive.

All with Asch's tabard on.

There were a few reasons why Stella decided to keep it with her: 1. It's still cold and she doesn't have a coat, 2. It was very nice of Asch to keep it with her, even though he probably just forgot it, and 3. She'd like to return it to him. After Shirley brought Stella home and reacquainted her with everything, Stella had gotten to work, and one of the things she did was washed Asch's tabard. Of course, she did it the old fashioned way. The washers and driers are terrifying and she hates them. Stupid things.

The only problem is that she doesn't really know where Asch lives. So while exploring the village, she happens to pass by House 5, and she stops and pauses for a while. Something about this place...

This is where he lived, isn't it?

With a small smile of triumph, Stella unhooks the tabard and folds it in her arms, steps up to the front porch, then dusts off a spot before she sets the tabard down. Afterwards, she tears out a page in her journal and writes a note, then goes back on her way. The note reads:

"Asch-

While I deeply appreciate you leaving this with me, I think you might want it back. Thank you again for your kindness.

p.s. Don't worry, I washed it for you.

- Stella"]