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Natalia's gone back.

[And he's... not sure how he even feels about that, especially since it's the second time now. He's not the sort to broadcast his feelings on the matter anyway, so he'll leave it at that.]

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If you've prepared everything you need, it's about time we meet.

[Asch won't be around the house much today; he'll probably be home late. His main haunts today will be the Battle Dome, the library, (maybe a quick bite to eat in the plaza |D) and finally Good Spirits to ~~sulk~~ read a book in a tucked-away corner of the bar. ...Though the amount of reading may decrease depending on what he's drinking over the course of the evening...

Oddly enough, Star the cheagle will be tagging along with him over the course of the day.]

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Not until they bring her back with no memories again.

[Then he'll be rightly pissed off.]

Don't say that, you'll jinx it. [He hates having to break the news to Natalia again and again and see that look on her face. Score, he's such a bastard.]

Whereabouts are you?

...Hmph. [Asch is quiet for a moment, then Star starts to pipe up, and Asch shoves him back down. Nevermind that the cheagle can't talk over the journal anyway.] I'm at the library, why?

Just wondering.

...why do you have Star with you in the library?

...He wanted to come with me. [That's... a perfectly valid explanation. Yes.]

[Yeah except that PAUSE makes it suspicious.]

...all right.

Will you be home later tonight?

...Later.

[...On second thought-]

If you're working tonight, I'll be going there first.

Ahhh...I'll see you there, then.

[Except he doesn't want to talk about what he has to say in the bar.]

[Was that uncertainty? He's not sure, it's hard to tell.]

Is something wrong?

Nope.

I'll see you later.

[....Rrgh, fine, you stupid man. He'll wander off to grouch for a while before he heads into the bar to have a good drink + reading time.]

[Guy will bring a drink over when Asch holes himself away in this booth over here.]

You don't look a day over nineteen.

[Asch doesn't even look up, flipping the page. The book he's perusing is surprisingly thick for someone like him. Star is curled up on Asch's tabard, which is neatly folded and resting on the table.]

So you're telling me you'd knowingly serve a minor?

If I knew that minor was actually of age, yes I would.

[Guy folds his arms, but he doesn't sit.] It's not like you to come to a bar for the company. Especially with a book.

[Asch pauses, fingering the edge of the next page slightly, then lifts his head.]

I didn't come looking for company. I needed a place where I could sit and have a drink. ...Like an adult. [The last bit is added as he narrows his eyes slightly, sitting up a little. It's not his fault he's short, dammit.]

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[Don't laugh Guy, do not laugh.]

Fair enough. I'll leave you to your drink then, sir. Let me know if I can get you anything else.

[Back over to the bar since there is work to be done.]

[The hours pass relatively quietly after that; after a few drinks, Asch just sticks to tea for the rest of the evening, complaining irritably if the bar gets particularly noisy but otherwise keeping to himself in his little corner. He makes it pretty far into the book, jotting down the occasional note in a journal or sketching out something that seems significant, and Star sleeps through most of it, so he has a surprisingly pleasant night.

He just isn't leaving. :|]

[Guy notices this but doesn't bother Asch over it, and eventually after the last patron has been sent on his way and the bar is empty save for the two, he heads over to Asch's booth.]

Sir? We're closing for the night.

[Asch doesn't move for a couple seconds, seemingly finishing a paragraph, then tucks a bookmark between the pages and shuts both the text and the journal he'd been writing in.]

I'm done here anyway. [Jacket on, he puts his books away and lifts Star off the table, tabard and all. Dead asleep, the cheagle barely even stirs, yawning and curling under his 'blanket'.]

[Guy takes a moment to wipe down the table after Asch gets up before tossing the rag into the back.]

Then I guess we can head home together.

Mm. [Asch straightens up, careful not to jostle his cargo too much - if only to keep him from interrupting them - and heads for the door, waiting for Guy to follow.]

That's convenient enough.

That it is. Extremely convenient.

[Guy finishes up what minor tasks he has left before heading to the door and holding it open for Asch, then locking up.]

Were you waiting for me?

[Asch shifts in slight discomfort, unsure of whether or not he likes that Guy figured it out that easily. Then again, he always does.]

You seemed like you wanted to talk.

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...so you waited here for me?

[Guy feels warm and fuzzy.]

You know, you could have just waited until I came home. You didn't have to stick around here all night.

[A small shrug.]

Maybe I like being served by you.

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