[Luke didn't expect that at all. It takes a moment for the realization that Asch is behind the bar and not in front of it to percolate into his brain. He's seen Guy do the bartending thing, but Asch? That's... new. He stares for a minute, probably edging on the border of rude, half-incredulous, half-amazed.
Asch looks right at home. Nothing is out of place, and he looks to be in some kind of zone, almost. Luke feels whatever buoyancy he had start to sink. He could never be like that, that graceful and approachable. Asch is talented and somehow better with people than Luke could ever hope to be. Asch really is something like a prince; he doesn't even mind serving people.
... No, that's not right. Luke can learn to serve people, too. Even if it isn't in a capacity like this, he plans on using his life-- whatever life he has-- to make people happy. He'll find a way. He just has to have an opportunity.
Oh. Asch is staring back. His cheeks grow a little hot, and he can't help ducking his head a bit as he moves to the front. He's all awkwardness and forgetting where his limbs are, clumsily pulling out a barstool, and trying to keep himself in a tight space afterward so he doesn't bother anyone.]
I could've waited until after you were done with your work, [he murmurs. He can't help it if he sounds a little pouty. He's upset about stupid things again.
Okay, so maybe he would've spied on Asch at work because he's curious but still.]
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Asch looks right at home. Nothing is out of place, and he looks to be in some kind of zone, almost. Luke feels whatever buoyancy he had start to sink. He could never be like that, that graceful and approachable. Asch is talented and somehow better with people than Luke could ever hope to be. Asch really is something like a prince; he doesn't even mind serving people.
... No, that's not right. Luke can learn to serve people, too. Even if it isn't in a capacity like this, he plans on using his life-- whatever life he has-- to make people happy. He'll find a way. He just has to have an opportunity.
Oh. Asch is staring back. His cheeks grow a little hot, and he can't help ducking his head a bit as he moves to the front. He's all awkwardness and forgetting where his limbs are, clumsily pulling out a barstool, and trying to keep himself in a tight space afterward so he doesn't bother anyone.]
I could've waited until after you were done with your work, [he murmurs. He can't help it if he sounds a little pouty. He's upset about stupid things again.
Okay, so maybe he would've spied on Asch at work because he's curious but still.]