Did she just say he was hot? Grant was actually stunned to silence as opposed to usually just being silent. No, it had to be some kinda of mistake. She had literally been abusing him all day and now she was saying he was hot. What the fuck. What the actual fuck. Where all women this crazy? He knew Nadeline was. He wasn't sure if Emiri was, too, but by the gods help Jaakuna if she was, because holy shit was Grant confused as hell. He simply drank more water, choosing to remain silent. He didn't even know how to really respond to it anyway. Then again, she'd probably hit him if he stayed quiet.
"Thanks...?" He didn't even mean for it to come out as a question, but he was just so confused.
Salvation came in the form of the waiter, whose name Grant already forgot. Nadeline bit her lip, clearly enjoying all this, and was now actually glad the two decided to tag along. "Mhm, sounds good." She said in response to Wesley's question. Grant simply nodded, trying to decipher the situation.
The times they were truly happy. It made sense. Emiri nodded, walking up to Jaakuna and taking his hand. Courage, huh? Yes, he was right. She'd always hold these times dear in her heart, but they were in the past. The man standing in front of her was her future. Maybe this was all meant to be after all--her own suffering, her running away, everything led up to this moment. She'd have to thank her father, she never would have seen it without him. As she looked at Jaakuna, a sound caught her attention. She looked at the door, spotting a cloaked man "Jaakuna--" She started, but she was interrupted by a stinging pain. A dagger had been thrown and lodged itself onto her left shoulder. "Ah...!" She gripped Jaakuna with one hand, pushing him out of the way. She quickly reached down, withdrawing her own dagger from her boot, and managed to parry the one meant for Jaakuna, sending it to the ceiling.
"That's not...that isn't her! We've been had!" The man called out.
"Thanks...?" He didn't even mean for it to come out as a question, but he was just so confused.
Salvation came in the form of the waiter, whose name Grant already forgot. Nadeline bit her lip, clearly enjoying all this, and was now actually glad the two decided to tag along. "Mhm, sounds good." She said in response to Wesley's question. Grant simply nodded, trying to decipher the situation.
The times they were truly happy. It made sense. Emiri nodded, walking up to Jaakuna and taking his hand. Courage, huh? Yes, he was right. She'd always hold these times dear in her heart, but they were in the past. The man standing in front of her was her future. Maybe this was all meant to be after all--her own suffering, her running away, everything led up to this moment. She'd have to thank her father, she never would have seen it without him. As she looked at Jaakuna, a sound caught her attention. She looked at the door, spotting a cloaked man "Jaakuna--" She started, but she was interrupted by a stinging pain. A dagger had been thrown and lodged itself onto her left shoulder. "Ah...!" She gripped Jaakuna with one hand, pushing him out of the way. She quickly reached down, withdrawing her own dagger from her boot, and managed to parry the one meant for Jaakuna, sending it to the ceiling.
"That's not...that isn't her! We've been had!" The man called out.