[No protests here. All Guy can give is a shrug before Asch is leaving him in the dust, forcing the blond to trot along in his wake.
If either were expecting the stroll to carry any line of conversation, then they would be incredibly disappointed. Asch seems intently focused on moving in one direction, and Guy is too busy pulling together what in the world he is going to say whenever they finally stop. It was better to just assume that Asch would take this the worst way, regardless of what he had said otherwise. Not that the God-General was the type to outright lie, but his pride was always something to be considered. If this incident had left a large enough scar on the redhead, then even the most honest of discussions may not do a lick of good.
It's a silent tug-of-war between him and Asch, broken up by the sound of their footfalls against the dirt. Only when they've walked a good distance does the tension let up a bit, rounding a corner to a hill sparsely covered in dark, spindly trees. Whatever flowers or leaves they might have had had taken quite a beating with the cold weather, leaving it a little on the gloomy side of appearances. But it's plenty secluded from the public. Really, Guy doesn't have any reason to protest... outside just the general atmosphere giving him the creeps.]
...Huh. I wasn't aware Luceti had an orchard like this.
i am assuming those blossoms do not blossom all year, please smack me if i am wrong
If either were expecting the stroll to carry any line of conversation, then they would be incredibly disappointed. Asch seems intently focused on moving in one direction, and Guy is too busy pulling together what in the world he is going to say whenever they finally stop. It was better to just assume that Asch would take this the worst way, regardless of what he had said otherwise. Not that the God-General was the type to outright lie, but his pride was always something to be considered. If this incident had left a large enough scar on the redhead, then even the most honest of discussions may not do a lick of good.
It's a silent tug-of-war between him and Asch, broken up by the sound of their footfalls against the dirt. Only when they've walked a good distance does the tension let up a bit, rounding a corner to a hill sparsely covered in dark, spindly trees. Whatever flowers or leaves they might have had had taken quite a beating with the cold weather, leaving it a little on the gloomy side of appearances. But it's plenty secluded from the public. Really, Guy doesn't have any reason to protest... outside just the general atmosphere giving him the creeps.]
...Huh. I wasn't aware Luceti had an orchard like this.
Interesting choice.