The smart thing to do would be to cut this conversation short. Most of the time, for now, he's got himself handled. (Most of the time.) Busy concentrating on following Percy's trail. But he's tired, he's hungry, and Asher's got a habit of rubbing him the wrong way on a good day. And despite what ought to be his better judgment, he steps forward instead of back. Spreads his hands in front of him. What can you do. With an exaggerated amount of inappropriate enthusiasm—]
Well, gosh. Nothing gets by you, eagle-eye.
[Where Asher is quiet, he is caustic. Which is more than enough answer on its own. But once you stop and look for it, it's not hard to see. The edgy way he's acting, the dark marks under his eyes. Veins visible creeping under what too-pale skin is left visible. He smells like cigarette smoke and looks like hell. Sure, it could just be from overworking himself. But given the circumstances—]
Is this the part where you tell me to lock myself up for the good of the city?
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The smart thing to do would be to cut this conversation short. Most of the time, for now, he's got himself handled. (Most of the time.) Busy concentrating on following Percy's trail. But he's tired, he's hungry, and Asher's got a habit of rubbing him the wrong way on a good day. And despite what ought to be his better judgment, he steps forward instead of back. Spreads his hands in front of him. What can you do. With an exaggerated amount of inappropriate enthusiasm—]
Well, gosh. Nothing gets by you, eagle-eye.
[Where Asher is quiet, he is caustic. Which is more than enough answer on its own. But once you stop and look for it, it's not hard to see. The edgy way he's acting, the dark marks under his eyes. Veins visible creeping under what too-pale skin is left visible. He smells like cigarette smoke and looks like hell. Sure, it could just be from overworking himself. But given the circumstances—]
Is this the part where you tell me to lock myself up for the good of the city?