Asch ~*~ Canto 027
Who: Asch, Raikov, Volgin
Where: Espoir
Style: Third
Status: C-closed; you don't want in on this. :x
Asch sighed softly as he headed down the street, away from Naomi's lab. He wished he could have been in better spirits, but when Naomi -- the woman that saved him from death itself -- went, "I don't know," over something... well, it was enough to make his stomach twist itself into knots.
He shook his head -- now wasn't the time to worry about it. He trusted Naomi enough to be able to figure out what the hell it was that Fran used on him; if anyone could do it, she could. All he had to do was just go home and rest. Maybe curl up with Natalia on the couch, have something to eat...
...speaking of.
Asch glanced down at the package in his hands, still surprised by it. Vamp had called it a "pyrih", and was "generous" enough to let him have a piece as he headed out the door. After seeing how angry Naomi had gotten at him over something that wasn't entirely his fault, he could only wonder what the hell Vamp could have done to lead to such... domestication. Still, food was food, even if they didn't have to eat it in this place -- and damn him if he ever said it didn't smell wonderful.
Unfortunately, as soon as he unwrapped it, a bit of the pyrih fell off, landing on top of the snow and sinking in a little, but not enough to disappear entirely. Asch muttered to himself, before bending down to retrieve it -- hey, three second rule...
Where: Espoir
Style: Third
Status: C-closed; you don't want in on this. :x
Asch sighed softly as he headed down the street, away from Naomi's lab. He wished he could have been in better spirits, but when Naomi -- the woman that saved him from death itself -- went, "I don't know," over something... well, it was enough to make his stomach twist itself into knots.
He shook his head -- now wasn't the time to worry about it. He trusted Naomi enough to be able to figure out what the hell it was that Fran used on him; if anyone could do it, she could. All he had to do was just go home and rest. Maybe curl up with Natalia on the couch, have something to eat...
...speaking of.
Asch glanced down at the package in his hands, still surprised by it. Vamp had called it a "pyrih", and was "generous" enough to let him have a piece as he headed out the door. After seeing how angry Naomi had gotten at him over something that wasn't entirely his fault, he could only wonder what the hell Vamp could have done to lead to such... domestication. Still, food was food, even if they didn't have to eat it in this place -- and damn him if he ever said it didn't smell wonderful.
Unfortunately, as soon as he unwrapped it, a bit of the pyrih fell off, landing on top of the snow and sinking in a little, but not enough to disappear entirely. Asch muttered to himself, before bending down to retrieve it -- hey, three second rule...