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[thebloodyoriginal]

[The welcoming committee building's door flies open, hitting the wall with a thud, and Asch storms out. He's got a small assortment of pamphlets in one hand, although with the fist he's making, they're crumpled almost beyond recognition. He's stalked about halfway across the plaza before he slows down a little -- it's not like he's actually got anywhere to go, after all.]

[Anyone nearby may hear him muttering to himself.] Dammit... I don't have time for this! [He hurls the remains of the pamphlets into a nearby trash can as he walks by.]

[It takes about ten minutes for Asch to calm down enough to stop pacing, at which point he opts for leaning against the nearest building and glaring alternately at the ground or his hands. He's still fairly soaked, aside from his hair, which he dried earlier. He doesn't seem to care much, though.]

Comments

[coolerthansora]

[Aw, Asch, what manners. Roxas nods and, well, maybe he'll leave you be to sort things out.]

I'll see you around, okay?

[thebloodyoriginal]

[Probably the best plan. Asch nods.] Right.