LIFE AFTER AYTO.

[corporative]

love's like a barbed-wire fence.

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[gilden]

[ This sure is a sight. Ash has gotten used to aspects of modern architecture at his time on the island, but his roots are still that of someone raised in a time where wooden boats are common means of transport, and all of this, the lights, the steel, the vaulted ceiling—if he had to describe it in one word, magical. If he had a second, opulent. There have been actual ships that he's ridden for weeks at a time, that would fit neatly inside the confines of this place.

He's like a kid in a candy store in many ways, butterflies in his stomach from anticipation and excitement. A few more steps into the office (a quick pause to really take in how large this place is) and Ash meets that grin with one of his own—at least momentarily. And then he's gone, dipped behind one of the many palms, though his bright eyes still peek through. A beat later and:]

But I'm here now! [ It's all very silly, though he does step back out into the open as he speaks, putting aside all the other objects and sights vying for his attention to really focus on what matters the most, who matters the most (there's so many things in his vision that he wants, but it's really no contest and hasn't been for a while). The rest of the distance between them he closes easily with more hops than steps, stopping at the edge of the desk, one hand leaning onto it. ]

And you can have me for as long as you want. [ He's a bit late he knows, but hopefully his words make up for it. That and the suit he's wearing too. ]