Wan let out a sigh that conveyed a benign sense of dismay. "Firstly, you can ask me whatever you want, it doesn't always have to be whatever I ask you." He rolled his eyes behind his closed eyelids and continued, "Secondly, Aku-kun, its one thing to take pride in, and love, your village, in fact its perfectly natural, but you go on about it like a brainwashed child who's trying to convince himself that its what he really thinks. Saying that brown is your favorite color because you can associate it with Iwagakure is, really, an acceptable answer by definition of the question, but it doesn't ring true to your inner self."
He turned a bit, resting his elbow on the rocks surrounding the hot tub, and resting his cheek on his hand and looked at Akuhei, "I know somewhere under that militant, almost propaganda-infused exterior of yours lies a sweet, charming guy who has thoughts and feelings of his own that don't stem from an over-built...almost compensating...patriotic feeling. If your'e not comfortable showing that side of yourself to me yet, Aku-kun, that's fine, but I'd like to try and get to know the real you some how, and the easiest way for both of us to wade into that pool of inter-awareness together is to stay simple: What is your favorite color?
The first statement was understandable and so Akuhei let out a sigh which reflected that and directed his gaze back to the other, but as his statement transitioned into critiquing Ryuuchou's beliefs his "understanding" changed. As far as Akuhei was concerned, everything and anything Wan was saying in regard to this subject was hog-wash. His eyebrows furrowed and he was visibly bothered by what the other was saying as he prepared to speak just as the other concluded his words with something he was unsure to decide if it was a compliment or an insult. He lifted back from his position of leaning against the bank of the pools and floated from Wan slightly as he directed towards him completely.
"You don't know me; how would you know what rings true to my "inner-self"" He said, his voice filled with both a defensive and cold tone. He shook his head as he did not respond to the rest of the statement but rather just moved back against the bank of the pool and leaned his head onto the bank again. The following was quite an awkward silence, one that he wished he didn't have to endure. It made him wnat to leave immediately; maybe go back to training.
He turned a bit, resting his elbow on the rocks surrounding the hot tub, and resting his cheek on his hand and looked at Akuhei, "I know somewhere under that militant, almost propaganda-infused exterior of yours lies a sweet, charming guy who has thoughts and feelings of his own that don't stem from an over-built...almost compensating...patriotic feeling. If your'e not comfortable showing that side of yourself to me yet, Aku-kun, that's fine, but I'd like to try and get to know the real you some how, and the easiest way for both of us to wade into that pool of inter-awareness together is to stay simple: What is your favorite color?
The first statement was understandable and so Akuhei let out a sigh which reflected that and directed his gaze back to the other, but as his statement transitioned into critiquing Ryuuchou's beliefs his "understanding" changed. As far as Akuhei was concerned, everything and anything Wan was saying in regard to this subject was hog-wash. His eyebrows furrowed and he was visibly bothered by what the other was saying as he prepared to speak just as the other concluded his words with something he was unsure to decide if it was a compliment or an insult. He lifted back from his position of leaning against the bank of the pools and floated from Wan slightly as he directed towards him completely.
"You don't know me; how would you know what rings true to my "inner-self"" He said, his voice filled with both a defensive and cold tone. He shook his head as he did not respond to the rest of the statement but rather just moved back against the bank of the pool and leaned his head onto the bank again. The following was quite an awkward silence, one that he wished he didn't have to endure. It made him wnat to leave immediately; maybe go back to training.
