Snippet #2627469

When Haru had initially come to the room he came with what started as more of a self-questioning attitude. In fact, whenever he’s in meeting mode he tries to be as diplomatic as he can feasibly be and questioned what he could have done to make Ryou so pissed and what he could do to talk it out with him. But at Ryou’s arrival and his angsty “what do you want?” all of that self-reflective bull fell right through and Haru was starting to get livid.
But as Ryou slapped back his comforter a stark gust of breeze blew back in Haru’s face and he found himself teetering down from a similarly angsty retort. In times like these, especially with Ryou who was rarely prone to anger, Haru found that saying as little as possible was the best policy. He learned this as a man of war, he learned this as a husband, he learned this in dating and somehow he forgot to practice it as a guardian. But sometimes he had no choice but to default to such behavior.
After their past incident where Ryou got a little too close well—Haru didn’t say much about that and everything went well, right? Right?
“So….” Haru began with an exhale. He was rigid. The kind of rigidity that one would associate with a stupidly masculine characture—the oaf who didn’t quite understand those feminine feelings so much. “What did I do this time?”
He was very matter of fact and may have sounded a bit like an old husband preparing for his daily bickering. Not that he and Ryou had that sort of relationship per say but Haru was so used to shit like this by now he wasn’t sure how to approach this otherwise.
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Trent laughed.
“Then it’s settled! I say we go to the slums tonight. I mean I hate to brush shoulders with the smallest of the small but they know how to throw the most sinful parties.”
And by sinful Trent meant fun. But the general eventually figured that might not have been the most marketable description.
“They know how to let loose more… More fun than royal parties.”
Trent stood up again and stretched. “And the wenches, they can be not totally disgusting sometimes. But I mean how long have you been on the road with the warriors? I’m sure you’re tired of looking the same girls in the face every day. A change might be good for you!”
Trent grinned. He was so proud of himself for not also referring to the month warrior females as wenches. And he did that especially for Dorian!
“Go get dapper and meet me back here in a few.”