He really didn't need to say anything to answer that question. The tense lines in his face looked more ready for a long fight than for any hope of lying on a bed. It was unlike the calm disposition he had earlier that day. Something was definitely wrong - at least, in his mind.
Guts takes small solace in the fact that it was man at his door, instead of something worse. If he's lucky, a lack of sleep will be all he has to deal with tonight, on top of everything else.
He slowly allows his hand to release its tight grip on the sink and rises to meet him. Guts recognizes him - it was hard not to, on size alone. The way with which he carried himself reminded him of a mercenary soldier. The guy wouldn't look out of place cleaning blood out of his armor after a long castle siege.
"Don't like sleeping without my sword," he says quietly, gaze easing once he realizes there's no threat.
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He really didn't need to say anything to answer that question. The tense lines in his face looked more ready for a long fight than for any hope of lying on a bed. It was unlike the calm disposition he had earlier that day. Something was definitely wrong - at least, in his mind.
Guts takes small solace in the fact that it was man at his door, instead of something worse. If he's lucky, a lack of sleep will be all he has to deal with tonight, on top of everything else.
He slowly allows his hand to release its tight grip on the sink and rises to meet him. Guts recognizes him - it was hard not to, on size alone. The way with which he carried himself reminded him of a mercenary soldier. The guy wouldn't look out of place cleaning blood out of his armor after a long castle siege.
"Don't like sleeping without my sword," he says quietly, gaze easing once he realizes there's no threat.