08-27-2013, 07:51 PM
"She didn't belong. She knew that. Everytime she visited it was like...Fathers come home. Gifts for the kids. Some good advice. Bit of horseplay-" a sniff of laughter, wiped away by the back of a sleeve "-but only around long enough to remind you that you should miss 'em. Not enough to be a part. Not enough to own."
He clears his throat, fists curling and uncurling in quick measure. Not often enough to vbe a fidget.
More a habit of looseness. A brawler's easing of tension.
"Clanmate. Brujah. She explained that. Clubhouse for the drinkers." He taps the side of his neck. "Dunno what a Primo-thing is. Elder sounds old which means you got cred if Claudia listened." Her name is the only word that seems to carry a harshness, defeating the calm and ponderous quality of his speech.
His jaw clenches again. He stares but doesn't seem present for it. Calculatin or deciding-
"They gon' fucked up then. Come calling when she was there, maybe. Maybe they dig her out. Maybe they go to the dogs. Ain't done that though. Came onto my Corner. With my people 'n my hood. Hurtin' my drink and siblings." A pause. "Took her 'fore I got a name." And suddenly the air is coiled as the two men share a rage both seem understanding of and indulgent in.
"Gonna take my ease with each and every one."
Fingers curl. Uncurl. Another reflexive breath. Another shift of attention.
"Prince. That like Britain or something?"
He clears his throat, fists curling and uncurling in quick measure. Not often enough to vbe a fidget.
More a habit of looseness. A brawler's easing of tension.
"Clanmate. Brujah. She explained that. Clubhouse for the drinkers." He taps the side of his neck. "Dunno what a Primo-thing is. Elder sounds old which means you got cred if Claudia listened." Her name is the only word that seems to carry a harshness, defeating the calm and ponderous quality of his speech.
His jaw clenches again. He stares but doesn't seem present for it. Calculatin or deciding-
"They gon' fucked up then. Come calling when she was there, maybe. Maybe they dig her out. Maybe they go to the dogs. Ain't done that though. Came onto my Corner. With my people 'n my hood. Hurtin' my drink and siblings." A pause. "Took her 'fore I got a name." And suddenly the air is coiled as the two men share a rage both seem understanding of and indulgent in.
"Gonna take my ease with each and every one."
Fingers curl. Uncurl. Another reflexive breath. Another shift of attention.
"Prince. That like Britain or something?"