019 ~ [Action]

[distressedude]

[After a certain incident resulted in Ion leaving House One for a week, it was finally fime for him to make his way back home. He'd spent more than enough time feeling guilty about what had happened, and for leaving in the first place. He couldn't just keep avoiding things forever, could he?]

[Of course, it'll take him a little while to actually get there, and not just because it's a long walk. After leaving Luke and Asch's apartment around noon, he wanders around the village in the snow for awhile before eventually returning to the plaza, finding a nice, quiet corner of the library to read. But he might seem a little more spaced out than usual today. After all, while he may have decided he's ready to return home, he knows he's going to have to talk to Anise about last week... and he's not quite sure how he's going to go about doing that just yet. Perhaps he should find someone to ask for advice...]

[Either way, he'll finally make his way back to House One shortly after sunset, still feeling more than a little nervous but glad to be home all the same.]

Comments

[dissonates]

[Asch is just heading into the building as Ion is leaving. What good timing, eh? It's almost like it was directed or something Ion gets an uplifted brow as Asch spots his awkward houseguest, but little else.

What do?]

[distressedude]

[Good timing indeed!]

Oh, hello Asch. I was just on my way out... [Obviously. He smiles, though given it's still earlier in the day, it's probably a bit more nervous if anything.] Thank you for letting me stay here this past week.

[Really, "thank you for putting up with me" would probably be more appropriate.]

[dissonates]

[Asch glances off to the side in vague disinterest, though his gaze lifts after a moment to the apartment.]

Did you talk to the replica?

[distressedude]

Yes, I spoke with Luke. [A gentle reminder. He has a name, after all.] He helped convince me that I should return.

[Well, more like gave him that final shove after he already decided he needed to, but whatever.]

[dissonates]

[LALALA IGNORING THAT]

Fine then- good luck with that.

[Now maybe he can make his escape somehow...?]

[distressedude]

Thank you. [And here's his chance for an escape!]

[Or not. Ion starts to leave, but just before making it out the door of the building, he stops and turns back.] Ah, Asch?

[dissonates]

[DAMMIT AND HE'D BEEN SO CLOSE...

Ion's just lucky Asch doesn't have his hate-on quite so hard for replicas these days. His tolerance isn't infinite, but... well.]

...What is it?

[This better not be a personal question, replica 8|]

1/idk

[distressedude]

Actually, I was wondering if--

[distressedude]

[Wait.]

[This is Asch.]

[distressedude]

[Asch.]

[distressedude]

[Is he really about to ask Asch for advice?]

[distressedude]

[On personal relationships?]

[distressedude]

[No, really. Asch!?]

/DONE

[distressedude]

...it's nothing. I'm sorry for keeping you.


[Sorry dude, but you aren't exactly the Maury Povich of Auldrant.]

lmao ion

[dissonates]

[....What was that, does he even want to know? Though that series of expressions was pretty damn suspicious.]

What the hell is your problem...