[Oh...Flayn smiles at that, watching him and hiding a bit of a giggle behind her hand.]
It truly is not any trouble. One should be reminded of such things!
[That's what Flayn believes any...way...
There's a very distinct sound of footsteps coming from around a nearby corner, and Flayn freezes when she hears them. She usually didn't pay them any mind, and she's certain it's just the monastery guards, but there's that lingering paranoia that it's gonna happen again, it's gonna happen and she should've stayed in her room, she shouldn't have gone out--
Flayn looks to and fro, shaking a bit, before looking to Hubert. She's not sure what to do, and it shows, and they're getting closer by every meandering second.]
[Hubert's response is immediate. Or at least it seems immediate, because he's been paying close attention and probably heard the footsteps before Flayn, but that's not the point.
He locates the closest cover - thankfully there's a shadowy corner with a bush that should block the guard's line of sight - and he grabs Flayn's wrist and moves. Sure, he could leave her behind, and he did consider that. But then she might mention that he was here with her, and he doesn't want to deal with that. It's for the best to hide them both, even if it means allowing Flayn a glimpse into how good he is at this.
Assuming Flayn doesn't resist any, he pushes her back into the corner and follows, standing in front of her and pressing in close to hide her distinctive and bright hair behind his darker colors. He keeps his head turned, listening carefully for the sound of footsteps retreating.
...Also he doesn't say a single thing about this and just expects Flayn to deal, so sorry??? Yikes.]
[Flayn is pretty obviously not prepared for how fast Hubert reacts to this--as if he's heard whatever was coming before even Flayn did, and it results in a yelp from Flayn as he pushes her into the corner, shock being the only thing that keeps her from kicking at him or anything like that.
Of course, it takes her a few seconds to realize just what's happened, and by then he's got her covered and those footsteps come around the corner and she feels her heart beating out of her chest. She looks up at Hubert while she waits for the steps to retreat as well--they talk about hearing something, but thinking it was their imagination...well, it gets a bit of a sour look from Flayn as she watches them proceed back with their march, marching away as quick as they came.
Flayn waits as well, until they're out of earshot before rubbing at her wrist a bit and looking up at Hubert. It's starting to hit that this is awkward and they're a little close, and Flayn speaks up.]
Ah...Hubert? I do believe that they are gone...
[...She has a great many questions but let's. Let's get out of the corner first??? Because she'd like to get her bearings before asking what the fuck.]
[The guards pass by, mentioning hearing something but dismissing it. Hubert waits - considering their pace and what he's learned from the patrols around the monastery, they should be in the clear in a few more seconds—
And then Flayn speaks up and it's only then that Hubert realizes just how close they are. He pulls back like he's been lit on fire, jerking away and absently straightening his clothes as if he's managed to mess them up (he hasn't). It's a terrible habit and one he's mostly broken himself out of, but put under enough stress it does tend to reappear.]
My apologies. I thought it would be inconvenient to be caught wandering the grounds this late at night.
[And more importantly, it would look bad for him to be caught with her.]
[...Good lord, Hubert, Flayn almost wonders if he's been caught on fire when he jolts away like that and straightens himself out. Flayn straightens her own clothing out too, though she really doesn't need to.]
I do thank you for your quick thinking. I would most like for us both to avoid trouble.
[...]
But please, if you are ever to have need to do such a thing again, would you kindly warn me? I must admit, you did frighten me for a brief moment--I simply wasn't expecting you to be so adept at such a thing...
[Flayn figures that her accepting the apologies is something obvious, so she doesn't say it outright, but she does focus her look on him after she says that.]
[A smile finds it's way back on to Flayn's face, clearly settled by the promise. As far as she's concerned, that's enough for her.]
You have my most heartfelt of thanks. [...] I should be back to my room before there is risk of another situation like that, however. And perhaps you ought to get some rest as well.
[Flayn will walk on ahead, just a bit, before looking back to Hubert and speaking up once more.]
I do hope we have this chance to converse again, Hubert!
[And with that, she's going to start walking back.]
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It truly is not any trouble. One should be reminded of such things!
[That's what Flayn believes any...way...
There's a very distinct sound of footsteps coming from around a nearby corner, and Flayn freezes when she hears them. She usually didn't pay them any mind, and she's certain it's just the monastery guards, but there's that lingering paranoia that it's gonna happen again, it's gonna happen and she should've stayed in her room, she shouldn't have gone out--
Flayn looks to and fro, shaking a bit, before looking to Hubert. She's not sure what to do, and it shows, and they're getting closer by every meandering second.]
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He locates the closest cover - thankfully there's a shadowy corner with a bush that should block the guard's line of sight - and he grabs Flayn's wrist and moves. Sure, he could leave her behind, and he did consider that. But then she might mention that he was here with her, and he doesn't want to deal with that. It's for the best to hide them both, even if it means allowing Flayn a glimpse into how good he is at this.
Assuming Flayn doesn't resist any, he pushes her back into the corner and follows, standing in front of her and pressing in close to hide her distinctive and bright hair behind his darker colors. He keeps his head turned, listening carefully for the sound of footsteps retreating.
...Also he doesn't say a single thing about this and just expects Flayn to deal, so sorry??? Yikes.]
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Of course, it takes her a few seconds to realize just what's happened, and by then he's got her covered and those footsteps come around the corner and she feels her heart beating out of her chest. She looks up at Hubert while she waits for the steps to retreat as well--they talk about hearing something, but thinking it was their imagination...well, it gets a bit of a sour look from Flayn as she watches them proceed back with their march, marching away as quick as they came.
Flayn waits as well, until they're out of earshot before rubbing at her wrist a bit and looking up at Hubert. It's starting to hit that this is awkward and they're a little close, and Flayn speaks up.]
Ah...Hubert? I do believe that they are gone...
[...She has a great many questions but let's. Let's get out of the corner first??? Because she'd like to get her bearings before asking what the fuck.]
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And then Flayn speaks up and it's only then that Hubert realizes just how close they are. He pulls back like he's been lit on fire, jerking away and absently straightening his clothes as if he's managed to mess them up (he hasn't). It's a terrible habit and one he's mostly broken himself out of, but put under enough stress it does tend to reappear.]
My apologies. I thought it would be inconvenient to be caught wandering the grounds this late at night.
[And more importantly, it would look bad for him to be caught with her.]
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I do thank you for your quick thinking. I would most like for us both to avoid trouble.
[...]
But please, if you are ever to have need to do such a thing again, would you kindly warn me? I must admit, you did frighten me for a brief moment--I simply wasn't expecting you to be so adept at such a thing...
[Flayn figures that her accepting the apologies is something obvious, so she doesn't say it outright, but she does focus her look on him after she says that.]
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[He bows slightly - it's low enough to be respectful, but not so low that he can't keep his eyes on her.]
Should such a thing ever happen in the future, I'll give you adequate warning. You have my word.
[Not that it'll happen again; he doesn't exactly plan to make a habit of this, after all.]
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You have my most heartfelt of thanks. [...] I should be back to my room before there is risk of another situation like that, however. And perhaps you ought to get some rest as well.
[Flayn will walk on ahead, just a bit, before looking back to Hubert and speaking up once more.]
I do hope we have this chance to converse again, Hubert!
[And with that, she's going to start walking back.]