ASTRID stared at Wulfric's face. He was looking at the side, the tip of of his lips slightly protruding. As if... pouting.
This seemed to be unlike him. Usually, as soon as he called, the other would show him the brightest of smile. Or, at least, the brightest one he could manage.
No matter the reason for this unusual behavior, it certainly had something to do with him. Because there's no way Wulfric would be acting like this because of work. If that was so, then what could have happened for the other to act like this? He couldn't remember anything he had done, or anything that could have happened recently that could elicit such a reaction, though.
Well, there's no use mulling over it when he could just ask the other.
"Wulf, is there something wrong?" he asked straightforwardly. "Why are you sulking?"
That last question turned Wulfric's gaze back to him. With a red face, he stammered, "Wh-who's sulking?"
