“Right… of course.” He decided to go with being dragged at the moment, despite nearly tripping a couple of times and cursing under his breath. She’ll probably figure it out soon enough, but for the time being, she was somewhat amusing… Although her optimism was a little overbearing for him, particularly due to his usual snotty attitude—of course he wouldn’t admit that.
As she glanced back at him, his glare vanished and instead he looked somewhat baffled. Of all the things he knew thanks to his brunette counterpart, he knew not of the layout of this place.
Well shit.
“…I don’t remember, to be honest. I mean, we could always go to a tea house, though I suppose that would mean that you wouldn’t be the one brewing the tea…” That might not necessarily be a horrible thing, he figures.
“You don’t remember?” She repeated, truly not understanding how that could be, considering… Oh no! His condition was worse than she imagined! He was forgetting things now. What if he forgot who he was? Or more importantly, her? Clearly he was going crazy if he thought that a tea house could provide a better pot than she could.
“How did you get here then?” She asked, her hand still idly holding his wrist. She wondered if she should find a doctor before she found a kitchen, although she could argue that some tea could make someone feel better rather than a doctor’s diagnosis. She was staring at the other now, trying to understand what was going on with his irises. They were a ruby red, and actually quite pretty… but she swore that his eyes were normally a less exciting color. “Lord Lu Xun..?”
A dusty--angel è piaciuto