Asch made sure Haruhi wouldn't be doing anything drastic, before heading over to apartment 708 like the strange voicemail from the equally strange Yuki. Of course... 708 was right next to his apartment, so it wasn't like he had a very long walk.
He knocked on the door, waiting patiently for Yuki to answer.
Yuki stood up and slowly made her way over to the door. She carefully cracked it open to confirm that it was Asch - she had only seen him once in passing, but that was enough - before drawing back the chain and motioning for him to come in.
Asch entered, surprised to find... well, hardly anything in the apartment. Granted, he wasn't big on furnishings and decorations, but he at least had a couch. He glanced at the only bit of furnature in the room, before glancing back at Yuki.
The pale girl took a small step to the side and pointed to the table. There were no chairs or cushions, so Asch would be forced to seat himself on the hardwood floor.
"Sit," she said abruptly; her voice as soft as ever. She floated over to where she had been sitting before and picked the pot up off the table. "Tea?"
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He knocked on the door, waiting patiently for Yuki to answer.
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"What's going on?"
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"Sit," she said abruptly; her voice as soft as ever. She floated over to where she had been sitting before and picked the pot up off the table. "Tea?"
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