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[Asch is hoping that a certain someone will get the message, but he doesn't lock it or anything. If she ignores it, it's not like he has to acknowledge it later.

...That's Asch-logic, anyway.

Message sent, though, Asch won't be sticking around the house too much today. With Luke hacking up a lung every few minutes, there's no point in trying to rest there. He'll check on Natalia first- whether she's at home or still recovering in the battle dome hospital, though whether she's in the dome or not he'll get some training done. His simulation involves being hopelessly outnumbered in a very white room full of intricate statues. And he leaves very disgruntled. (Why does he do this crap to himself, seriously.)

...He'll also raid the medical cabinets for sleeping pills, though for Luke or himself, who can tell?

On the way home he'll spend some time in the plaza picking up supplies. All in all it's a very uninteresting day in the life of Asch the Bloody.]

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[Seventh Heaven, eh.] I don't think I've ever been there.

I've only been there a few times... But all of my experiences there have been pleasant. [She waves a hand at the basket.] And we won't even need to be waited on!

[Thankfully Asch's house isn't far away at all from the square, so they're already nearing the restaurant.]

[Which is good, because it's freaking cold outside. At last at the restraurant, Asch opens the door for her, glancing inside. Nope, not many people here. Good, he's not in the mood for a lot of company.]

[And Stella goes inside with a nod, already looking around for a table. Somewhere not too secluded, but not too out in the open, either. Hmmm... Ah, here we go. She'll head on over to one of the booths, then.]

[Asch pauses for a moment, getting a feel for the place first - and like a true soldier, checking for exits and ambush points D| - before following her over and sitting down. It's a bit weird; he honestly can't remember ever doing something like this.]

[Once a soldier always a soldier, eh. D| Once Asch puts the basket on the table, she gestures to it while hiding a smile behind her other hand - one of anticipation.]

You can open it now.

[Asch lifts a brow at her expression, but rather than commenting he just pulls the basket closer and opens it up.

...

There's a chicken.]

...Isn't that a lot for just two people?

[NOT WHAT YOU SAY WHEN SOMEONE COOKS YOU DINNER, ASCH]

[Stella still grins, though, because while that's not the reaction she was expecting, it's still amusing to her. She even chuckles a little as she waves her hand at the basket.]

Well, I was planning on letting you have what's left if you liked it enough!

You should take it- you're the one with a family to feed. [He wouldn't really protest though, because a) he likes chicken, and b) hell if it doesn't smell delicious. Meanwhile, he'll be pulling it out of the basket and getting some plates to dish it out.]

Oh, they have plenty of food. Didn't you see me bringing it all home earlier?

[She just folds her hands in her lap and lets him do that. There's a couple of plastic cups in there and a bottle of water, too, since she's not sure what kind of drink he might like.]

[Rrgh. She has a point there. But his nature demands resistance 8|a ...First he'll serve it up though, and pour the water. He's not going to require fancy-pants drinks, after all.

With the food out of the way, though, he's... a bit at a loss.]

...Now what?

We eat. We talk. Just like we always do.

[Come on, Asch, it's not that hard! Stella won't tease about it, though, only smile and start what she suggested - eating. Thankfully, the restaurant provides silverware at the tables, so no getting our hands dirty.]

["Always"... easier said than done. But the easy bit is the eating, so he'll just follow her lead.

....]

...It's good. [omg chicken is amazing.]

You think so?

[Then Stella will lead. She's not sure if she's told this to Asch before or not, having forgotten a lot of her experiences in Luceti, but she only shows her hesitation over this by shoving her food for a few seconds.]

I've always cooked for our family, ever since I was small...

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That long? [It's out before he can consider the question. Most people don't start cooking that early, do they?]

Mmhmm, that long. [The reasons for it can wait.] But it's grown into something I enjoy doing. You could even call it a habit!

[Now it's your turn!] Do you cook, Asch?

[Fidget. Bite. DELAY.] If necessary. Guy does most of the cooking at our place.

Hmm... I think I might have to try Guy's cooking sometime. [And see if it's better than hers. Not competitive, nooo.]

Just come over sometime, he wouldn't care. [Or rather, he'd probably welcome her, but whatever. And that might just count as an invitation.]

[Well, Stella isn't going to pass up this opportunity, so she rests her chin in her hands and sways her legs.]

Oh? Was that an invitation?

[Wh- ...oh. Wow, that was an invitation, wasn't it. :|;;]

If... that's what you want. [She knows how to cook such lovely chicken and she wants to eat at his house? Okay then, whatever Stella.]

[Sometimes it's nice to have people cook for you when you do it all the time. :|]

Of course I do! [Still keeping her chin propped on one hand, Stella takes the fork with her other hand and stabs at the chicken, holding up a piece thoughtfully.]

You know, we live so far away from everyone else... My family and myself. Maybe I should talk them into moving closer.

I don't know if there are any houses available nearby.

[...That... sounds like he's discouraging her. Damn. Really, he wouldn't mind if she-]

...You should check.

Mm, I probably will.

[She sighs, though, and lowers the fork a little.]

But, I don't know... the rest of the household seems content with being so removed. [Whereas Stella kind of hates it, considering how much she likes to be near people. Not to mention how long it takes to get to the plaza and back, or to visit her dear friends...]

Then just move on your own.

[It's stated pretty deadpan- as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.]

Where you live shouldn't depend on them.

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[Action] Now how come I didn't get this

[Action] /blames lj like always

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