constellates | [ anya is gonna make asch so many cookies ]

[let's be clear that anya would have been 100% useless during the cauterizing of asch's wound -

but it's not going to stop her from fretting. sometime after the chaos has died down and she's done other things to try to calm herself, she takes in a deep breath and then goes to knock on his room door]

Asch - awake? It is Anya... Войти? Okay to enter?

[abSOLUTELY hate this

and by that i mean the second that Anya's hand gets patched up, she's going to be nyooming straight back to Asch's cage. there is no holding back and she looks so serious about what she's going to ask him. there are tear tracks on her cheeks but NEVERMIND]

Любимая еда? Asch's favorite food?

[it's late at night. not that that matters, because they are GHOSTS, and don't need to sleep, eat, drink, or rest.

so Asch is up, naturally, lounging on the Asch Memorial Bed in his fancy lad clothing, shoes neatly arranged at the door.

he has a pile of books next to him, and he's curled around one about transportation. he's mulling over the space shuttle, apparently?

the door is shut, but not locked. hewwo??]

[oh lawd he goin elsewhere

...]

...Stop following me.

[if you're hanging around outside it's hard to miss the echoing bang of a gun.

they'd been talking about Anya showing off her marksmanship—but had been distracted enough to never decide on a time or day. from the sound of it, Anya was either getting in practice to show off—or was tired of waiting.

in any case, here's Asch, padding over in some early spring coat he's probably dug out of the newly-revealed infinity closet. his long hair is pulled back in a ponytail.

oh, and the seal point siamese-colored cat ears. a similarly-coloured tail is poking out from underneath the coat, doing its own thing.

when he finally reaches Anya, he opens his mouth--

--and closes it again, grimacing. instead, he just gives her a nod, and inclines his head to the gun.]

[well

as soon as they break from the meeting, he gestures to Anya with a tilt of his head, motioning to the stairs, and starts walking.

as soon as they're safely away from The Troublesome Gang, Asch

sighs

and holds out his hand to Anya.]

Come on, nya.

[yeah she's

going to check on him. admittedly this is after she goes to the kitchen to make him YET ANOTHER chicken dish, because she still thinks it's his favorite food. and then she's going to knock on the door of his room before asking to enter]

Asch...? Are you here?

[ok yes there's a sign on the door that says SEE YOU TOMORROW, BUT

he's still. knocking. because if she's gonna bother him when he doesn't want to talk to anyone (which is, all the time,) he's definitely gonna get her back for it.

and that is why, after he knocks, he places a tray with one (1) bowl of pelmeni (they're not perfectly shaped, but it's his first time making what is apparently "Russia's national dish". they are accompanied with a dish of sour cream on the side), one (1) bowl of borscht (or at least, a hearty meat and vegetable soup with beets and cabbage present in it—who knows what recipe he was following), one (1) set of cutlery, one (1) glass, and one (1) pitcher of water, because who knows what she'd find comforting to drink, so............

naturally, this is all revenge for bothering him, and not because of any other reason.

after placing it down, he hovers for a moment—unsure how to proceed from here—then clears his throat.]

I've left you some things out here—if you want, nya.

[there. nailed it.

Asch waits another moment, then nods to himself once, and turns to set off again!!!]

[WHEREVER THE HELL HE IS, she is going to be looking for him. presumably she's gotten healed so she doesn't even need to worry about ruining her ribs or her hand worse. It's pretty much her first and primary mission after everything is over?]

Asch!

[SHE'S POKING INTO EVERY ROOM UNTIL SHE FINDS HIM.]

Edited 2020-04-05 04:35 (UTC)

week one, friday

week one, post-trial

uhhhh W4 after arrival but before the twewy gang? that night? whatever??

w4 but AFTER the twewy gang on Monday...