[ can you feel the eye roll all the way from here, cellar?
sure enough she's there fifteen minutes later though, almost down to the second. ash is nothing if not punctual, and she turns up with a shit eating grin already slapped on her face, wandering inside and immediately tumbling down into a seat with a card held out.
...promises to shout meals don't really mean anything when they're all on the same pay roll. ]
Order me something fruity, I'm on the mood for a sugar rush.
[ She's looking way too pleased with herself by the time Ash walks in, and it only gets more egregious when the card is held out. Promptly ignored, Cellar slides the cold cup across the table: a pink monstrosity listed as Mango and Dragonfruit Lemonade on the menu. The name on the cup is Ashe. Either they added an E or forgot the N. ]
[ oh to be seen and known. it's actually kind of irritating, enough that ash considers not taking the drink just to be contrary — but unfortunately she wasn't kidding about needing a sugar high, so she just rubs her thumb over the 'e' at the end of her name, a half-hearted effort at seeing if she can remove it, and then just shrugs and takes a sip.
it's good. of course it's good, but she stubbornly keeps her smarmy little smirk on her face, just in case cellar gets any ideas about choosing we'll. ]
So, do I get any details about this or are you just dragging me along for the ride?
[ she actually doesn't mind either way, honestly. it's not like she needs to know all that much to do her job, although sometimes a little planning is a nice luxury. ]
Some kind of mist monster's taken over a village in Europe. [ Normal missions only. ] And we're supposed to take it out, as usual. Somehow. Hey, can you even do your thing against mist?
[ she should probably be more concerned about that specific detail than she is, but ash is unfortunately possessed with a fairly strong belief in her own ability, just as unfortunately backed up by a clean sheet of a record. still, there is one part that makes her frown, her expression caught somewhere between irritation and genuine concern for what is to come. ]
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[ can you feel the eye roll all the way from here, cellar?
sure enough she's there fifteen minutes later though, almost down to the second. ash is nothing if not punctual, and she turns up with a shit eating grin already slapped on her face, wandering inside and immediately tumbling down into a seat with a card held out.
...promises to shout meals don't really mean anything when they're all on the same pay roll. ]
Order me something fruity, I'm on the mood for a sugar rush.
[ hi, hello, et cetera ]
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I did.
[ sup ]
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it's good. of course it's good, but she stubbornly keeps her smarmy little smirk on her face, just in case cellar gets any ideas about choosing we'll. ]
So, do I get any details about this or are you just dragging me along for the ride?
[ she actually doesn't mind either way, honestly. it's not like she needs to know all that much to do her job, although sometimes a little planning is a nice luxury. ]
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[ she should probably be more concerned about that specific detail than she is, but ash is unfortunately possessed with a fairly strong belief in her own ability, just as unfortunately backed up by a clean sheet of a record. still, there is one part that makes her frown, her expression caught somewhere between irritation and genuine concern for what is to come. ]
...Really, though? Europe? I hate Europe.
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[ It's where she gets to flex all of her languages! ]