[Scaramouche finds himself pleased with the lack of fight presented on which of them should be paying. Kazuha had already covered the costs for the trip over, that he covered their entry to look at bugs - something he was the one to want to do - seems more than suitable. There's little point in the other man arguing it when it's already done anyway, and he wants to make it clear that he doesn't expect the samurai to pay for everything. Not today at least.
Brows knit the moment the smile leaves the samurai's face, confusion finding its way onto his own. There's nothing that he's said that he thinks is particularly wrong or insulting. Certainly Kazuha didn't love maples so much that he couldn't handle others not loving them too. When the man speaks, cluing him in that the issue is some perceived notion that he doesn't like being in a park full of them, the confusion only grows more prominent. His words were no more than an offhanded comment, that due to his early life the trees were not things he sought out for comfort.]
I have no problems with this place, Moron. I don't find them comforting, that hardly means I hate being around them. Honestly Kazuha, they're just trees.
[The Harbinger thinks he's better than to hate something as simple as a tree, something that had no control over being placed within the Pavilion. That regardless of being the only company he had for too long still held beauty. There are other trees and flowers he'd rather look at, but merely because he wouldn't seek out maples on his own doesn't mean he doesn't want to be near them. That he holds no issue with Kazuha's attire should be proof enough.
His ire lies more with his creator than the trees he grew tired of seeing every waking moment.]
I'm here for you, not the scenery. Your maples are more than suitable... besides they're almost as pretty as the trees I like, and it's hardly the season for those.
[The sight of the many butterflies are a welcome distraction to his confusion, expression relaxing as he begins to look over them with interest. The insects are enough to keep his mind from lingering on the mention of the furnace, only a small sigh escaping him when a certain thought passes through his mind.]
Some were, others not so much. I can't say I enjoyed watching the people get sick and die, but I suppose it's as close to home as I have.
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Brows knit the moment the smile leaves the samurai's face, confusion finding its way onto his own. There's nothing that he's said that he thinks is particularly wrong or insulting. Certainly Kazuha didn't love maples so much that he couldn't handle others not loving them too. When the man speaks, cluing him in that the issue is some perceived notion that he doesn't like being in a park full of them, the confusion only grows more prominent. His words were no more than an offhanded comment, that due to his early life the trees were not things he sought out for comfort.]
I have no problems with this place, Moron. I don't find them comforting, that hardly means I hate being around them. Honestly Kazuha, they're just trees.
[The Harbinger thinks he's better than to hate something as simple as a tree, something that had no control over being placed within the Pavilion. That regardless of being the only company he had for too long still held beauty. There are other trees and flowers he'd rather look at, but merely because he wouldn't seek out maples on his own doesn't mean he doesn't want to be near them. That he holds no issue with Kazuha's attire should be proof enough.
His ire lies more with his creator than the trees he grew tired of seeing every waking moment.]
I'm here for you, not the scenery. Your maples are more than suitable... besides they're almost as pretty as the trees I like, and it's hardly the season for those.
[The sight of the many butterflies are a welcome distraction to his confusion, expression relaxing as he begins to look over them with interest. The insects are enough to keep his mind from lingering on the mention of the furnace, only a small sigh escaping him when a certain thought passes through his mind.]
Some were, others not so much. I can't say I enjoyed watching the people get sick and die, but I suppose it's as close to home as I have.