[center][h1][Color=DF0101]Haakon J. Elvsgaard[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=DF0101]Location:[/color]Qasr El Nil Barracks[/center][hr]

Haakon simply sat there for a moment, a puzzled look drawn over his face as Aziza turned her attention to Mr. Walsh who sat down beside her. What had just happened? He had expected her to accept the apology, or at the very least to acknowledge that he tried to give her an apology in a less pleasent manner, but this? Not only had she refused the apology, she had told him that that was something that couldn't be done. She effectively called him a liar, at least that's how he felt like. 

The sudden change of Aziza's heart didn't do much to eliviate the fleeting river of emotions and thoughts. At the very sight of Mr. Walsh, she suddenly got friendly; towards him. Haakon continued to sit down at the table, his puzzled look moving from Aziza over towards whatever was in front of him. Josephine's words were of little comfort, regardless of who it was actually meant for. 

Haakon was no longer simply confused. He was offended. 

[Color=DF0101]"No, apparently I'm an evil, evil man who wishes nothing but the very worst to those around him. Even when I'm sorry. Excuse me, I need some air."[/color] Haakon said flatly to Jo. He stood up and walked away from the table, eating the lone slice of bread with cheese on it as he headed for somewhere else; somewhere else with a window, a door to the courtyard or anything of that nature.