A few hours later, Aclysia and John walked through the Hiroshima-Nagasaki park. They had been to another tailor, to get John a suit fitting for high society. Then they went to the Christmas market, where John bought something hot to drink for himself as he and Aclysia talked about this and that. Well, he talked, for the most part. Aclysia just liked to listen, so whenever he hit a stumbling stone in the conversation, she presented him with some questions that nudged the conversation into a new direction.
"…and that is why Teemo is a piece of shit, from a game design perspective," John finished his current rant.
Aclysia, in her new winter clothes, nodded twice. "I see," she just said. Normally this was where she would present him with another question, but they both knew he had no time to go on another rant. It was already past noon; John felt a bit bad for staying away longer than the timeframe he had promised to Rave.
