Such nice weather. The early winter air, the warm ray of midday sunshine. It was the best time to bask in the sun.
It wouldn't be snowing for another ten or so days, not until the winter festival was underway. Perfect day to be lying on the grass, watching the sun play hide-and-seek with the grey clouds.
And he'd rather be doing that. He'd rather be doing manual labor. Anything except sitting opposite these three, who were showing ten expressions at once.
Of course, he had said the necessary line. One that ends with 'what it looks like.'
But then he remembered that he shouldn't be in that 'looked like' position to begin with. Especially not with his guard.
Yet he was. So saying anything for any reason was useless.
To make things worse, he couldn't even blame the guardian for not moving away this time. Because when he tried, Yvaion already made it clear that Reis was the one who pulled him down when he had moved.
Which, unfortunately, was true.
