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[not_a_twin]

Who: Luke and anyone!
What: Exploring the living quarters.
Where: Uh, kitchen!
When: Evening.
Warning: Slight violence.

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[not_the_dreck]

The sound of things crashing made the hair on the back of Asch's neck stand on end. Bad enough he had... words with that... that Thing, but now there was someone out to destroy the place? His hand went to his empty scabbard out of habit, growling softly to himself when his fingers groped the air. Well, he may not have had a weapon, but he could still cast... right? Perhaps he should have asked that damn Thing that before he stomped off.

Carefully, he made his way over to the sound of the crash, sneaking carefully to the door of the kitchen and peeking inside... before he realized that it was just his idiot of a replica.

"Can you do nothing without flailing around like an idiot?" he snapped at the other redhead, glaring at the mess with distaste.

[not_a_twin]

Luke jumped when he heard a familiar voice. "Asch..." He frowned at the boy's comment but the mess he made was pretty disastrous. Mixes of Jam, spaghetti sauce, glass and various other substances surrounding his feet.

"I-it's not that bad and the shelf was flimsy... wasn't my fault... What are you doing sneaking around the kitchen anyway? Finished sniffing around for information?" He muttered trying to ignore the ache of his kicked pride as he popped open the top of the peanut butter jar. "Ha!"

[not_the_dreck]

"Right..." Asch replied, carefully stepping in and avoiding the mess. Hopefully someone else was going to clean it, because he certainly wasn't mopping up after his replica's blunder, and he doubted the pampered noble would take responsibility for it either.

"And yes... apparently we're in some kind of tower, where the only way out is to play games and wish ourselves out," he replied, his tone bitter just at the thought. "Whoever captured us and dragged us here certainly has far too much time on their hands."

[not_a_twin]

Of course Luke was going to try and clean it. Had he known what the boy had been thinking Luke would have been a little hurt, but above all insulted! He'd come a long way from that irresponsible brat he was back at that castle. He didn't expect people to clean up after him anymore. When he made messes he'd fix them and he was doing that right now.

Setting the open jar on the counter he started picking up the shards of glass while half listening to Asch. "Yeah... I got about the same information from that ugly cat thing. Said the next challenge was soon and that it should be... provoking... about the only hint he'd give." He muttered irritably and jumped when some glass knicked his finger. "Dammit..."