[Hubert does walk by her at first. Briskly walking past the girl as his mind tries to settle and process. He takes several paces past Flayn before stopping in his tracks.
Now wait just a moment.
Hubert turns back around noting that minty green hair at once. Not in the style he remember but surely... He walks back over, looming over her small form like a grim phantom of the night.]
I know you.
[It's not really said with any malice but there is some disdain. Of course her ilk is here. Why wouldn't they be? He has been damned and every insufferable person is here to insure he suffers each and every day. Where is Rhea? She's probably here too. The final nail in a coffin his body probably never got to see.
But now that he has this girl in front of him he's not terribly sure what to do. Or say. He doesn't know her particularly well. He never wanted to. Still doesn't, to be certain.
On the positive he feels he knows enough that she won't be cruel. Or have pointed things to say simply to antagonize or make him angry. And that thought alone makes the menacing aura he likes to cloak himself with dissipate for the most part. He's just tired... It has been just a few very short days but the thread that is holding him together is fraying at an incredible pace.
The bar is at an all time low if he would even consider conversation with Flayn to be the better part of a week.]
I believe your brother would be very distressed if he knew you wound up in a place such as this.
[This is borderline the most cordial he's been towards anyone. Truly desperate times.]
>:)
Now wait just a moment.
Hubert turns back around noting that minty green hair at once. Not in the style he remember but surely... He walks back over, looming over her small form like a grim phantom of the night.]
I know you.
[It's not really said with any malice but there is some disdain. Of course her ilk is here. Why wouldn't they be? He has been damned and every insufferable person is here to insure he suffers each and every day. Where is Rhea? She's probably here too. The final nail in a coffin his body probably never got to see.
But now that he has this girl in front of him he's not terribly sure what to do. Or say. He doesn't know her particularly well. He never wanted to. Still doesn't, to be certain.
On the positive he feels he knows enough that she won't be cruel. Or have pointed things to say simply to antagonize or make him angry. And that thought alone makes the menacing aura he likes to cloak himself with dissipate for the most part. He's just tired... It has been just a few very short days but the thread that is holding him together is fraying at an incredible pace.
The bar is at an all time low if he would even consider conversation with Flayn to be the better part of a week.]
I believe your brother would be very distressed if he knew you wound up in a place such as this.
[This is borderline the most cordial he's been towards anyone. Truly desperate times.]