[There it was, the open invitation that would allow him to hopefully fix his mistake. He takes the next second to breathe, running over what he wants to say in his head multiple times before he opens his mouth. After all, it wouldn't make much sense to dig his hole even further if he fumbled his words. He already knew how he wanted to lead with this, and it wasn't going to beat around the bush.
She was owed an apology, and that's exactly what she'd get.]
I'm sorry.
[He doesn't hesitate in his answer, his voice doesn't waver for a moment, and he says it at a volume that's easily heard between both parties. Hakuryuu could be arrogant, but his ego wasn't so inflated that he wouldn't admit to his own faults. Once Fudou had explained the situation to him in a way he could understand, he could understand why he'd gotten that reaction from them. That hand print on his cheek seemed more than deserved. His red eyes cast down, lacking the fire he often showed on the soccer field, or the dull simmer they had when he was merely confident. The white dragon now looked like nothing more than a dog, realizing that they'd just tore up the couch.]
My words were hurtful, and I didn't realize the repercussions of what I said. I had a strict diet on God Eden, and I've always tried to eat healthy to become strong. I've heard girls like chocolate, and I gave it...but not because I wanted to hurt you.
[And to elaborate...]
I've spoken with Sorano and Yamana.
[They'd taken well to the chocolate, making fun of him for how ironic it was that he'd gift them with the exact same thing he'd gotten in trouble for, before thanking him. Akane even mentioning that they don't often get chocolate from boys they just met, promptly turning that white dragon a nice shade of pink.
His arms extend out, the wrapped bag of sweets in his hands as his head tilts down, eyes closed.]
So once again, I apologize. My reasoning doesn't make up for what I said, and I can admit I was wrong. I'm giving this to you as a gift for our managers, not...the foolish reason I did before.
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She was owed an apology, and that's exactly what she'd get.]
I'm sorry.
[He doesn't hesitate in his answer, his voice doesn't waver for a moment, and he says it at a volume that's easily heard between both parties. Hakuryuu could be arrogant, but his ego wasn't so inflated that he wouldn't admit to his own faults. Once Fudou had explained the situation to him in a way he could understand, he could understand why he'd gotten that reaction from them. That hand print on his cheek seemed more than deserved. His red eyes cast down, lacking the fire he often showed on the soccer field, or the dull simmer they had when he was merely confident. The white dragon now looked like nothing more than a dog, realizing that they'd just tore up the couch.]
My words were hurtful, and I didn't realize the repercussions of what I said. I had a strict diet on God Eden, and I've always tried to eat healthy to become strong. I've heard girls like chocolate, and I gave it...but not because I wanted to hurt you.
[And to elaborate...]
I've spoken with Sorano and Yamana.
[They'd taken well to the chocolate, making fun of him for how ironic it was that he'd gift them with the exact same thing he'd gotten in trouble for, before thanking him. Akane even mentioning that they don't often get chocolate from boys they just met, promptly turning that white dragon a nice shade of pink.
His arms extend out, the wrapped bag of sweets in his hands as his head tilts down, eyes closed.]
So once again, I apologize. My reasoning doesn't make up for what I said, and I can admit I was wrong. I'm giving this to you as a gift for our managers, not...the foolish reason I did before.
[Now, all he could do was wait for her answer.]