Greg
Suddenly being stolen by someone
Frank
***Eventually, the elf would have to draw his head up from the depressed position. Among the howls of wind and rustling of grass came a new sound. One that sounded like footsteps, though who's he couldn't tell. Looking up, Horace sees the cold, blue haired woman who fought together with him. The one he had wronged already so many times, even if they were supposed to be friends... He looks at her with a slightly nervous look, although the mask hides this expression. Though this in itself wasn't doing him any favors as Mai had to stare back at her stolen mask when talking. Its white paint glistening against the moon light while the dark pits that formed eyes and mouth seemed to hold the light in. It was like his features were abyssal, almost able to get lost in them. Among the wait paint, cracks seem to appear... They weren't there when Mai first had the mask... Maybe Horace damaged the mask somewhere else, or maybe... Just maybe, they were a representation of something else. A crack in a hard mask of personality? A crack in the sanity presented to others? A crack in the soul of the person they call Horace... A moment of silence would pass before Horace would respond as he sits up. During this period, the mask would change slightly, its cracks filling with white paint. Hiding the cracks and breaks beneath a shallow line of defense, easy to take down but not easy to notice in the first place. Horace knew to hide his feelings well, but if you pried deep he'd crumble...***

"Hah... I guess you could say that... How's your back doing?"
Claud
The mask used by Horace bothered her a little, the object being stolen by the elf a few days ago. Mai watched it quickly with sharp eyes and without much emotion, although they still maintained the calm and the coldness that they always carried. She noticed the change in the mask painting and that it was different from the day she found it, it seemed to have changed the same way it did when Mai first laid her hands on it.

"My back is better, don't worry."

The woman crouched down beside him and sat against the same tree. One of her hands slid into her coat pocket and took something that looked like a silver coin, but instead of having a normal shape, it was a rose. She played with the object between her fingers, never letting it fall, so fast that it was difficult to understand what she really did. Leaning her head against the tree, she looked up towards the starry sky, letting out her voice.

"Horace, what happened that day...? You could have simply asked for the mask..."

One of Mai's hands, which wasn't playing with the coin, slid to her injured thigh and massaged it lightly.