Ace very nearly turns around and snaps, but fortunately, surprise quashes the urge. It's not a monster he's faced with now, it's an ordinary human being. It's...
... damn.
With no idea which of the other prisoners of the Nonary Game he's speaking to -- or if he's even speaking to any of them at all -- Ace's demeanour melts back into his usual calm, collected air. He's still confused, of course, which makes it easy to present the perfect picture of a confused and sheepish older man caught red-handed in a loss of temper he hadn't meant others to see. If it isn't one of the others, if it isn't Zero, then a good first impression is in order.
"I think you're right," he says, hands in his pockets, his gaze torn between the horse monsters and his new companion. "It's been a very stressful night. Can I ask what's going on here?"
no subject
... damn.
With no idea which of the other prisoners of the Nonary Game he's speaking to -- or if he's even speaking to any of them at all -- Ace's demeanour melts back into his usual calm, collected air. He's still confused, of course, which makes it easy to present the perfect picture of a confused and sheepish older man caught red-handed in a loss of temper he hadn't meant others to see. If it isn't one of the others, if it isn't Zero, then a good first impression is in order.
"I think you're right," he says, hands in his pockets, his gaze torn between the horse monsters and his new companion. "It's been a very stressful night. Can I ask what's going on here?"