[Since they weren't staying, Asch waits by the door; thankfully Guy isn't long. He can't tell if that's because Guy's eager to get this over with, or he feels the same about avoiding pointless delays as Asch himself- they're both pretty good at avoiding things they'd rather not discuss. Or think about, for that matter.
His gaze drifts briefly to the alcohol Guy carries with him, but he doesn't comment. It's probably going to end up a mistake - they're not great at this on the good days, and alcohol is unlikely to help - but who knows what kind of mood they'll be in after the fact. Maybe it'll help.
Shrugging it off, he heads down the road, aiming north.]
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His gaze drifts briefly to the alcohol Guy carries with him, but he doesn't comment. It's probably going to end up a mistake - they're not great at this on the good days, and alcohol is unlikely to help - but who knows what kind of mood they'll be in after the fact. Maybe it'll help.
Shrugging it off, he heads down the road, aiming north.]
I know a place.