[Asch really should force himself to leave. He didn't make it very far from where he was staying, he should turn around and leave before this gets out of hand]
You said something about companionship.
[but he doesn't. He stands his ground, and he only looks away briefly, down as her heels click against the pavement and back. He should be on edge, but the anticipation of who will do something first is only working to keep him there. He refuses to admit he likes it, though
He tilts his chin up a little, almost defiant, even as his hand comes up to grasp the mask. The wood it's made from creaks from how tightly he holds it] What if I'm hungry for a fight instead?
[he isn't, but it's a last ditch effort to warn her (or himself) off]
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You said something about companionship.
[but he doesn't. He stands his ground, and he only looks away briefly, down as her heels click against the pavement and back. He should be on edge, but the anticipation of who will do something first is only working to keep him there. He refuses to admit he likes it, though
He tilts his chin up a little, almost defiant, even as his hand comes up to grasp the mask. The wood it's made from creaks from how tightly he holds it] What if I'm hungry for a fight instead?
[he isn't, but it's a last ditch effort to warn her (or himself) off]