[Asch's response, after a pause, is a somewhat indignant snort, and the very beginnings of a fractured smile as he glances off to the side. Practice being a person. Or, perhaps more literally - and comfortably to consider, since the alternative would be like saying that he isn't a person now, in which case, screw you - practice being with people. Which is what Guy had wanted from him, last time.
"Does it matter what I want you to do?"
...Heh. Well.]
I work at the bar. Do you know why?
[If there's ever a place to "practice", it's a social setting. And there's still some nights where he'd love to set the whole place on fire and walk away, but he hasn't quit yet. That's something.]
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"Does it matter what I want you to do?"
...Heh. Well.]
I work at the bar. Do you know why?
[If there's ever a place to "practice", it's a social setting. And there's still some nights where he'd love to set the whole place on fire and walk away, but he hasn't quit yet. That's something.]