[At the very least, Luke isn't yelling about the promise. It's hot on his mind, but he's also realizing that as important as promises are, he may have made one to Tear that he couldn't keep.
The seconds stretch on into an awkward, delicate silence. Luke wonders if he's overstayed his welcome but Asch still hasn't told him to go. He hesitates, but he stays for a little longer. If he leaves, will Asch run away? Will Luke miss the chance to speak with him unless it's urgent? He's never known Asch on a casual basis, but he wants to know. It's like a child's curiosity-- unreasonable, insatiable.
It's weird seeing his original like this, but okay. He doesn't actually know that much about what Asch likes to do, hobbies-wise. Luke is fairly simple, but he also acknowledges he had no solid plans for his future. He barely even had one. That's something he has to decide for himself now that he has an abundance of free time. Maybe... Asch was the same way? He's been here longer, a lot longer if his having a job is any indication.
He turns around on the barstool, leaning back against the counter so he can look around.]
... It suits you. [He taps his fingers on the counter briefly, then moves his hand to his knee.] The bar, I mean. It's really... warm, somehow, like home. You look like you belong here.
[Yeah. Asch has a place he belongs. And that's fine. Luke has a place too, or so he thought, but it's hard to focus on that when his original is slipping away. He can't even pinpoint why, or how, but it's just this sinking feeling that won't leave him for a moment. They disagree all the time, so it's not unusual. It's just that this time... it's hard for him to decide where he stands. It's hard not to think about the promises and how he was told there's no hope, no way for him to go home. It hurts.
Luke smiles, though it doesn't meet his eyes. He's tired. He has a lot to think about. He shifts, gets up like he's about to leave.]
action; what about puns?
The seconds stretch on into an awkward, delicate silence. Luke wonders if he's overstayed his welcome but Asch still hasn't told him to go. He hesitates, but he stays for a little longer. If he leaves, will Asch run away? Will Luke miss the chance to speak with him unless it's urgent? He's never known Asch on a casual basis, but he wants to know. It's like a child's curiosity-- unreasonable, insatiable.
It's weird seeing his original like this, but okay. He doesn't actually know that much about what Asch likes to do, hobbies-wise. Luke is fairly simple, but he also acknowledges he had no solid plans for his future. He barely even had one. That's something he has to decide for himself now that he has an abundance of free time. Maybe... Asch was the same way? He's been here longer, a lot longer if his having a job is any indication.
He turns around on the barstool, leaning back against the counter so he can look around.]
... It suits you. [He taps his fingers on the counter briefly, then moves his hand to his knee.] The bar, I mean. It's really... warm, somehow, like home. You look like you belong here.
[Yeah. Asch has a place he belongs. And that's fine. Luke has a place too, or so he thought, but it's hard to focus on that when his original is slipping away. He can't even pinpoint why, or how, but it's just this sinking feeling that won't leave him for a moment. They disagree all the time, so it's not unusual. It's just that this time... it's hard for him to decide where he stands. It's hard not to think about the promises and how he was told there's no hope, no way for him to go home. It hurts.
Luke smiles, though it doesn't meet his eyes. He's tired. He has a lot to think about. He shifts, gets up like he's about to leave.]
Thanks for inviting me.