towerofanimus | (no subject)

Characters: A grumpy redhead and YOU.
Setting: Cafeteria/kitchens, backdated to yesterday.
Format: [why do I even put this on here]
Summary: The siren's call of real food has drawn someone out of his post-event hiding place.
Warnings: Possibly event aftermath?

[He's done a good job of making himself missing the last week and a half, holed up in a back corner of the library with a beanbag and as many books as he can carry. It's actually a bit of a surprise when the new month comes around, bringing with it food other than Jason's nutrition bars, and that, ultimately, is what draws him away from the standard part of the cafeteria and back into the kitchens. It definitely seems to have put him in a better mood - he's more animated than he's been in a while as he looks through the cupboards and large refrigerator.

Before long, he's got a pot of water boiling for tea and a selection of chicken breast on the cutting board, a knife in hand as he trims away fat and chops the chicken into smaller pieces. Maybe if you approach him, he'll make your something that isn't covered in flowers.

But don't count on it.]

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[Well, hopefully the other one would've started with an apology. Have a slightly aggravated noise.]

We're not brothers.

[He didn't actually mean to do it! So he will apologize after cleaning up the other thing. Probably.]

[Maybe, maybe not.]

So you're just someone who happens to share his name and looks, then.

[He better apologize. Death by hyperresonance kinda sucks.]

[A growl.]

I suppose it's not surprising that people could be pulled from different versions of the same universe. I have no siblings; if you don't believe me, then that's your stupidity.

[Later, broluke, later. Right now he's too annoyed at you.]

Different versions...

[He doesn't like the multiple 'verse issue, nor does he fully understand it yet. So far, he seems to be either the only sane one in the Abyss bunch, or else he's the odd man out.]

I'm not stupid, you're trying to tell me ten years of my life is a lie!

[Definitely the odd man out.]

You can ask Guy, if you want. Or even the other you. I have no reason to lie.

[He's going to go back to chopping chicken before he chops your face.]

[Have some aggravated noises. This place is dumb and so are you, Asch.]

Right, okay. I'll ask Guy next time I see him.

[Not right now, though. Asch may have won the argument for the time being, but that doesn't mean Luke's going away just yet. Even if he risks face-chopping.]

What are you making?

[This place is dumb but you're the stupid one, Luke. After all, he's telling the truth; he has no reason to lie.]

It's food.

[Incidentally, accidentally killing you doesn't mean you'll get any nice treatment out of him.]

[Neither does he, his problem is that he has no one to back up his side except for him.

And okay, that was a dumb question.]

It looks like chicken. What are you doing with it?

[If you're going to continue to be an ass, he'll be tempted to tie you by yourr hair to the nearest cabinet door.]

[Well, he didn't exactly call you a liar, did he? Asch is willing to believe that Luke, at least, believes in what he's saying. That doesn't mean it's true, but it's definitely not true in Asch's version of their world.]

Frying it.

[He's going to continue to be an ass, I'm afraid, and if you try anything with his hair he will pour chicken guts all over yours.]

[True, he didn't. But he implied it, at least from this point of view.

And he's not tying anyone to anything, and also not leaving, despite half a minute of quiet deliberation and faces behind Asch's back.]

...Can I watch you make it?

[Well then you need to learn to listen closer, then.

Asch growls under his breath.]

Do what you like.