[Action] (backdated to the 18th)

[dissonates]

[Since this happened, Asch hasn't been entirely sure what to do with himself. He eats breakfast, he reads a little. He wanders through the village for a while, aimlessly and calm despite the bad news. It's a normal day. A nice day, even. Luceti is blissfully aware of his loss, and he likes it that way. There is no house to burn, no alcohol to waste, no friend to garner comfort from. There's the village, and there's the memories, and there's that coldness in his heart creeping up again. As usual. It's just another going-home situation, and that's become typical of this place. Maybe people are happy. She's gone back. She's free.

She's dead.

He needs to hit something, so he goes to the Battle Dome for a while. Normal. Everything is normal.

Eventually he'll make his way north- first to House 34, to get whatever Norma has for him. Then he moves on to the cherry blossom trees beyond the edge of the village. And then, finally, he finishes his wandering in the woods not far from the 2nd apartment building, tucked under a tree with a pad of paper and a few pieces of charcoal. He'll be there until the sun gets too low to see.

After that, well... who knows. But he won't return to the apartment until well after dark.]

Comments

[dissonates]

I wouldn't have said that if I didn't think it.

[lostinmyway]

Oh, all right.

[And she is…totally fine with being called strange.

She glances over at his sketchbook.] What are you drawing?

[dissonates]

Whatever I want. [Or, conversely, whatever passes him by. So far it's been several trees, a couple of strangers, and a cat.]

[lostinmyway]

[She leans over to get a closer look.] Oh, those are very pretty pictures.

[dissonates]

[And Asch demonstrates his fabulous ability to accept a compliment.]

They're rough sketches, nothing special.

[lostinmyway]

They're still very nice. You're a good artist.

[dissonates]

I'm not an artist. It's not even a hobby. [He just. Draws randomly sometimes. ...BUT IT MEANS NOTHING OKAY.]

[lostinmyway]

That's all right. That doesn't mean they aren't good anyway.

[dissonates]

[...Oh, whatever.] Don't you have anything better to do?

[lostinmyway]

Hmm.... I wonder.

[Nope.]

[dissonates]

Do you wonder about everything? [It sure as hell seems to be the standard answer.]

[lostinmyway]

[Hmm....] I don't think so. But it's very important to be curious.

[dissonates]

Isn't there supposed to be a saying about that? [Something about being nosy and murdered. There's a kid's version.

...Yeah he can't remember.]

[lostinmyway]

Is there?

[She's definitely not going to know.]

[dissonates]

[...Could've called that one.]

Just forget it. [Since you already have...]

[lostinmyway]

All right.

[Grune is just going to kind of…sit here and keep you company. Hope you don't mind, Asch! Too bad if you do!]