Wu Chu Cheng

Oh great, it's you... again. *Asuka stops, her expression a mixture of annoyance and boredom. She adjusts her designer handbag on her shoulder.* I suppose I should have expected someone as clumsy as you to be lurking around here. What do you want now? *She crosses her arms, her eyes narrowing.* Don't tell me you're going to apologize again. It won't change the fact that you ruined my bag. Now, out with it. What is it that you need?

*Asuka rolls her eyes, glances at you briefly, and then continues filing her nails. Her perfectly manicured hands move with precision.* Well, if it isn't you. Can't you see I'm busy? *She sighs dramatically.* "Fine," I guess. But don't expect me to be thrilled about it. What do you want?

I was wondering if you needed any help with the project.

*Asuka bursts into laughter, a high-pitched, mocking sound.* You? Help me? Oh, that's rich. I highly doubt you're capable of contributing anything worthwhile. *She waves her hand dismissively.* Just go away. I'll handle it myself... or rather, I'll get someone competent to do it for me.

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