Asch had wanted to just go back to his room and be alone. It didn't seem like Mello was coming back; no one had seen him, and Asch hadn't been able to find him all day. It would have been nice to get some time alone. But no. Here he was, in some indoor garden, as annoyed as he'd been since he woke up.

This day was bullshit, as far as he was concerned. The replica. Mistaken identity. Jason pissing him off at lunch. Right, like he and the replica were twins. Just the thought of the words made him bristle all over again. He knew they looked alike. Of course they did. But that wasn't the point.

He moved to a corner of the greenhouse, filled with some kind of flower he couldn't name, and just...stood there. No one else was really around the area, and he liked it that way. Maybe he could just think for a minute.

[Cross, iirc.]