[Somehow, Luke sulking about him looking so at home here is the most satisfying experience he's ever had in this bar. Maybe it's a bit of not-so-subtle payback for that day, all those years ago, when he'd made it back to the manor to find Luke in his home, with his family, looking like he belonged there when he didn't.
It's childish, but Asch can't help it. The bar is his, now. He made it his own. This is one thing that Luke can't take from him, because he's not giving it up.
He calmly sets aside the glass he'd been drying and steps up to the other side of the counter, hands braced on the wood, lifting a brow at his replica.]
You didn't even know I had work to finish. Didn't you think it was strange that I told you to meet me at a bar?
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It's childish, but Asch can't help it. The bar is his, now. He made it his own. This is one thing that Luke can't take from him, because he's not giving it up.
He calmly sets aside the glass he'd been drying and steps up to the other side of the counter, hands braced on the wood, lifting a brow at his replica.]
You didn't even know I had work to finish. Didn't you think it was strange that I told you to meet me at a bar?