[Hello, unusually high-pitched voice and breasts!]

...Is this someone's idea of a joke?!

Cat ears. Fully functional cat ears.

Are you fucking kidding me?!

[Asch has aged ten years, from grumpy bishonen antihero to grumpy, near-30 antihero. Thankful to be finally rid of the ticking, he is sitting down in the lobby on one of the couches. Next to him is a stack of parenting magazines old and new, and he's got one in his lap that he's thumbing through with great interest. Where it has come from, he ( Read more... )

[Stupid ticking, stupid everything! Asch is even grouchier than before, now that he's nursing a fractured wrist from his spar with Guy. He may be a Seventh Fonist, but he's not that kind of Seventh Fonist. He's just dealing with the pain and hating this place just a little bit more.]

[The ticking is driving him crazy already, and so Asch has been storming all throughout the hotel in an attempt to escape it. He's going in and out of areas, trying to find someplace in this Lorelei-forsaken hotel with sweet silence.]

I think that life would be a little bit sweeter if I'd stop talking in some stupid meter.

Who does this sort of ridiculous thing? If I find them, they're getting a good asskicking.

[Asch has been trudging through the snow for some time now, having no luck with finding a way out.]

This place is too damned cold.

[Disgruntled, but significantly less dead than he last recalled himself being, a young redheaded man enters the hotel. Unfortunately, he happens to get his tabard stuck in the door as it shuts behind him.]

...Damnit.

AGH! I can't take this anymore!!

[in the glass room, headpounding the window]

[Asch really isn't in a great mood after finding himself trap in a hotel. He's hanging around the lobby area when something flies by him.]

Was that a banana that just-[boink, another banana randomly falls from above and hits his head] What the hell!?

[ooc: l-lame first post. Whoo! I think I did it right..]