[Having been waiting to enter the tea party area, Asch instead passes upon hearing a dreadful bout of shouting and figures that even "paradise" has it's problems.]
[Which is to say nothing of the problems they've been supposedly summoned to solve. Getting close enough to hear someone that probably didn't have the authority to do so threaten to have someone else escorted off, he very literally throws up his hands, having had enough of it for now and departs before even making it inside. He can play at the hero when he's more acclimated, but this place isn't Kimlasca and he isn't in the mood to attempt sweeping changes anywhere but home.]
[Much the same occurs when he's attempting the VR game some time later and waiting for a turn, hearing someone's managed to poison their griffin somehow, and he decides that any interest he had is done for now, who could possibly cook that poorly?]
[Though he finally feels a little guilty for being callous at last when he spots someone shivering on a bench and...covered in slime? Not wanting to know he just tosses his jacket on their shoulders and lets the crowd cover him as he isn't in the mood for any thanks. Asch isn't really even in the mood to talk at all, but he mumbles through some conversations and passes through, passing on the drinks altogether.]
[It's when he's finally leaning on a railing and contemplating hard on if it's worth enduring this and again questioning what he has back home that he finally seems another(?) very miserable and slimy person making their way towards the residential area. He barely spares them a glance, but something says to look again, and grunting to himself, he lifts his head angrily, feeling insufferable for even his own whims that he seems something, or rather someone worth having taken a second look for.]
...? N-Natalia?
[Bringing a hand up quickly, he rubs his eyes in disbelief, dare they play a trick on him at this crucial juncture? He hopes not, because even a figment of her brings back a deep longing to have said things he held back, predicting his ultimate fate with startling accuracy.]
Screw your prompts I do what I want.
[Which is to say nothing of the problems they've been supposedly summoned to solve. Getting close enough to hear someone that probably didn't have the authority to do so threaten to have someone else escorted off, he very literally throws up his hands, having had enough of it for now and departs before even making it inside. He can play at the hero when he's more acclimated, but this place isn't Kimlasca and he isn't in the mood to attempt sweeping changes anywhere but home.]
[Much the same occurs when he's attempting the VR game some time later and waiting for a turn, hearing someone's managed to poison their griffin somehow, and he decides that any interest he had is done for now, who could possibly cook that poorly?]
[Though he finally feels a little guilty for being callous at last when he spots someone shivering on a bench and...covered in slime? Not wanting to know he just tosses his jacket on their shoulders and lets the crowd cover him as he isn't in the mood for any thanks. Asch isn't really even in the mood to talk at all, but he mumbles through some conversations and passes through, passing on the drinks altogether.]
[It's when he's finally leaning on a railing and contemplating hard on if it's worth enduring this and again questioning what he has back home that he finally seems another(?) very miserable and slimy person making their way towards the residential area. He barely spares them a glance, but something says to look again, and grunting to himself, he lifts his head angrily, feeling insufferable for even his own whims that he seems something, or rather someone worth having taken a second look for.]
...? N-Natalia?
[Bringing a hand up quickly, he rubs his eyes in disbelief, dare they play a trick on him at this crucial juncture? He hopes not, because even a figment of her brings back a deep longing to have said things he held back, predicting his ultimate fate with startling accuracy.]