[Private//Hackable]
I don't want another Luke fon Fabre to come here... I hate all these damn replicas...

But what scares me the most is that he might really be me from another world... I don't want to get caught on what-ifs, damn it...

I'm Asch. I don't care what that stupid replica says, I'm the only Asch... And I'll never be Luke again.
[//Private]

No, I will not make you pizza. STOP FOLLOWING ME.

... I have never wanted to cut my hair before, but I'm very seriously considering it now. So leave me the hell alone, damn it!

How the hell can you not have pepperoni?! Tch... Now it's just cheese, bread, and tomato sauce. Damn kitchens...

Now what the hell am I supposed to do with this?!

This... What is this?!

... Who the hell leaves that sort of thing on their roommate's bed?!

Dammit, Syaoran, keep your... fetishes to yourself!

It didn't kill me at least, but I still hated it.

... Where did they go?

I could have sworn-- damn it. Those were mine. Damn thieves...

(OOC: Okay~ Here's the sitch. Asch was making cookies. The Lukes? Took 'em. And handed 'em out. So everyone gets Asch's cookies except Asch. He's pouting now.)

Tch... What do I look like? Someone's shoulder to cry on?

At least I got my sword back... And that stupid dagger. I still fail to see why Van would give me a dagger.... Whatever...

That was still... annoying to hear. The dreck from my world had better not get any stupid ideas.

What the hell... is this barrel doing here?

And damn it! Where the hell is my sword and that stupid dagger?!

... I feel weird...

((OOC: Asch is NOW under the effects of Jade's chemicals. And he will be saying the opposite of what he means. Assume all replies from him are voice replies unless I specify.))

Have you idiots failed to notice that ghosts are pale and white? As in they don't have red hair?!

Damn it! My head hurts.