[There mightn't be any businesses, any exchanges of money to speak of in this hellhole, but Aster's still intent on getting a grip on the local offerings, just in case there's a way he can monetise it somehow. And, any other time, any other place, he might even be willing to put on his cutesiest face and his most saccharine voice and go pander to whoever might declare himself a CEO of a profitable and successful company!

Right now, with a bowl of boysenberry ice cream and the itching desire to be productive in a cash money way running through his veins, Aster's just grumpy.]

If you didn't account for that, then you're an idiot who shouldn't be trusted, and I hope the shareholders throw you out~ [Drawled, even as he jams a spoonful of ice cream into his shitty little mouth.] I'm not worried about home at all, because I've planned for my absence, huhu~