"Nice place for just two people," muttered Lucy, glowering at the elaborate stone mansion at the top of a rolling green hill. It seemed like a picture from a movie, and she couldn't shake the feeling that they were being set up. Still, Mao led them into the house, set them in a living room, then left to make tea.
Gazille and Natsu were standing, glowering at each other with something that could only be called hatred. Or maybe extreme loathing. Whichever it was, it gave Lucy the chills.
When Mao arrived with the tea, the air was so thick with tension Lucy felt if she picked up the butterknife she could cut a hole in it. She muttered a thank you to Mao, who in returned offered her a short bow. Then he turned and headed up some stairs Lucy had noticed before. She supposed that was where Nuo was at, packing.
Gazille and Natsu were standing, glowering at each other with something that could only be called hatred. Or maybe extreme loathing. Whichever it was, it gave Lucy the chills.
When Mao arrived with the tea, the air was so thick with tension Lucy felt if she picked up the butterknife she could cut a hole in it. She muttered a thank you to Mao, who in returned offered her a short bow. Then he turned and headed up some stairs Lucy had noticed before. She supposed that was where Nuo was at, packing.
