Looking back and forth between the prince's retreating parents and the prince himself Akito is one more assured that there is a gentle peace between the two parties. [i]'Different from Father and I, but not like those spoiled brats in the villages who can be seen up and down the streets yelling at their parents or ignoring them to chase some tail or hang with friends'[/i] The soldier knows he's an oddball in that he never once considered defying his adopted father, however he is glad to see at least an above average amount of respect from the man he is to marry towards his parents. [i]'She isn't even his blood mother, but he has a fond eye for her. . .'[/i] he muses, eying the prince with a gentle appraising look.

His eyes follow that errant hand as it makes a poor attempt at taming that soft mass and pulling it away from his slender featured face, but the attempt prove inevitably futile and he suppresses a half smile at the way it kinda just flops back into place. [i]'I myself was teased for a long time about getting my hair long enough for a simply pony, and then after that dogged by everyone but Father about keeping it at a “manageable” length. I am not about to laugh at his hair controversy. . . .'[/i] He returns the smile with a small one of his own, falling into step in a respectful position to make himself feel more comfortable.

He follows along quietly, taking in the décor as it passes in fleeting glances, but mostly keeping his eyes on his feet as his ears listen to all the noises around him. [i]'If I am ever going to stop reacting this way, I must aquatint myself with all aspects of this place. If I can learn to hear approaching footsteps as not something to flee from, distant shouts as not something to prepare for. . . .'[/i] Once outside however his eyes come up and stay up, his concentrated gaze reacting ever so slightly with the lack of walls confining him. [i]'Not to mention the lovely scenery'[/i] he muses silently, taking int eh vista with a small smile.

The prince's words fall softly on his ears, widening his smile. [i]'I may just have the time to do just that, even if the finish product will be drab in comparison to the reality'[/i] All of his confidence wrapped up into being a good soldier leaves every little to be used for other things, especially hobbies. A faint breeze catches the prince's hair and once more Akito finds himself looking at it. [i]'So soft, and fluffy compared to my own. Mine is flat and simple when it is down, making me look like a drowned rat. . .'[/i] He lets out a sift sigh, watching the hair toss about for a bit before returning his attention to the gardens. “Yes, they are quite beautiful highness. . .” He murmurs, looking out across the lawn with that same small smile that tends to hide behind an expression of neutrality.