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Jade had practically thrown them into the nearest available guest room upon their arrival and had basically locked them in, citing a concern to not cause an international incident as his reasoning. What the hell did he mean by international incident? Luke wondered in somewhat annoyed confusion as he gave the locked door one last baleful glare before heading back into the bedroom.
Asch had apparently already made himself comfortable. His tabard and gloves were folded up primly in one of the side chairs, his boots lined up perfectly in front of said chair. Score, but he could be such a neat freak at times. The God-General, himself, was sprawled out on the far bed, one arm behind his head the other lazily fingering a stray strand of hair. He had one leg propped up, the other resting across his knee, his still socked foot swinging idly back and forth in the air.
"I don't see why he had to lock us in," Luke muttered as he stripped off his own gloves and bent down to follow suit with his boots.
"A preventative measure, no doubt," Asch murmured absently, his attention focused entirely upon the crimson lock in his grasp, "You do have that alarming tendency of opening your mouth and sticking your ass in it."
"Ha ha," Luke grumbled as he kicked his boots off and stalked over to the other bed, crossing his arms irritably as he leaned over and glared down at his original, "If that's the case, then what's your excuse?"
"I am an international incident," Asch stated blandly as he glanced up at his replica.
"Riiight." Luke rolled his eyes and plopped down heavily beside the God-General. Asch scowled slightly at the jarring bounce, but didn't comment. "So what are we going to do to pass the time? It'll be damned boring locked up in here without anything to do."
Asch smiled then, a slow, predatory smirk full of promise. "Oh, I don't know. I'm sure we can come up with something."