[Scaramouche's complaint about their location of meeting is met only with Kazuha's pleasant smile.]
I wanted to see the bridge too.
[Similarly, Kazuha does things he pleases, when he pleases. He chose the bridge only because he'd yet to see it and heard it was a nice sight. Now that he has seen it, he doesn't regret spending the time to see the lights reflected off the water, but he was ready to leave to somewhere less crowded.
He's grown used to the Fatuus' frowns now, though the particularly ill expression the other sports has the samurai nursing a little bit of concerned curiosity again. Why did Scaramouche sometimes look so ill around him? It may be lingering weakness, and for a moment Kazuha wonders if his soul may need repairing. After all, Aether had experienced a broken soul.
The apology is unexpected and he isn't even given much time to respond to it. He's not expecting him to walk so quickly ahead, and for a moment Kazuha makes no effort to increase his pace. After all, it wasn't like Scaramouche was going anywhere without him, so he'd just have to wait for him anyway.
He catches up, eventually, though his cheeks are twinged pink when he does.]
It's fine, really... You were the only one who showed up.
[How pathetic is it that the Fatuus was the only one who made it to his birthday? He had Beidou and the crew, of course, but he was hoping some other people he'd thought he'd grown close to would be there. That makes his chest ache a little, and Kazuha's expression grows more soft and pleasant in aggressive contrast to it.
It doesn't take long to get to the rickshaws, and after a moment of explaining where they want to go to the driver, Kazuha climbs in and scoots to the side to make room for Scaramouche to climb in next to him.]
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I wanted to see the bridge too.
[Similarly, Kazuha does things he pleases, when he pleases. He chose the bridge only because he'd yet to see it and heard it was a nice sight. Now that he has seen it, he doesn't regret spending the time to see the lights reflected off the water, but he was ready to leave to somewhere less crowded.
He's grown used to the Fatuus' frowns now, though the particularly ill expression the other sports has the samurai nursing a little bit of concerned curiosity again. Why did Scaramouche sometimes look so ill around him? It may be lingering weakness, and for a moment Kazuha wonders if his soul may need repairing. After all, Aether had experienced a broken soul.
The apology is unexpected and he isn't even given much time to respond to it. He's not expecting him to walk so quickly ahead, and for a moment Kazuha makes no effort to increase his pace. After all, it wasn't like Scaramouche was going anywhere without him, so he'd just have to wait for him anyway.
He catches up, eventually, though his cheeks are twinged pink when he does.]
It's fine, really... You were the only one who showed up.
[How pathetic is it that the Fatuus was the only one who made it to his birthday? He had Beidou and the crew, of course, but he was hoping some other people he'd thought he'd grown close to would be there. That makes his chest ache a little, and Kazuha's expression grows more soft and pleasant in aggressive contrast to it.
It doesn't take long to get to the rickshaws, and after a moment of explaining where they want to go to the driver, Kazuha climbs in and scoots to the side to make room for Scaramouche to climb in next to him.]
How much time do you have?