02-11-2016, 05:52 PM
One day he will have to indulge his students with stories about the symposiums his mentor brought him to when he was their age. Thereabouts.
Pen knows how he is at parties. About the same as he is in any other social situation except for he can drink and smoke and curse which are all things he tends to try to avoid doing in polite company. For a given value of 'polite.'
Pen tells Nick they knew each other from a while back.
"Yeah," Sepúlveda says and frowns as he tries to remember specifics. "When was that? The early aughts? I think the shrub was still president. Those were dark days, eh?"
To the kitchen.
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If the members of the congregation wish to sit they're going to have to go into the dining room. Its spacious layout and modern design don't seem to speak to his tastes at all. He had had another in mind when he bought this fucking place and she will never see it. The dining table is blocky and dark-stained and can seat six.
That's one way to avoid having to talk about the dead. Talk about the living. Brilliant, Doctor.
So she was asking Margot. He bounces on the balls of his feet while he adjusts to standing still and takes a quick swallow of wine as she's asking how they know each other and maybe the kids think they're going to get away with not talking he talking as much as he tends to talk but:
"Ah, shit, that's... no, I don't know about 'prefer,' but that's a funny story. Actually." He scratches his beard with his free hand then pockets it and uses the index finger of the hand holding his wine glass to point back-and-forth between the apprentices. Eyebrows aloft. "You two wanna tell it, or should I?"
Pen knows how he is at parties. About the same as he is in any other social situation except for he can drink and smoke and curse which are all things he tends to try to avoid doing in polite company. For a given value of 'polite.'
Pen tells Nick they knew each other from a while back.
"Yeah," Sepúlveda says and frowns as he tries to remember specifics. "When was that? The early aughts? I think the shrub was still president. Those were dark days, eh?"
To the kitchen.
---
If the members of the congregation wish to sit they're going to have to go into the dining room. Its spacious layout and modern design don't seem to speak to his tastes at all. He had had another in mind when he bought this fucking place and she will never see it. The dining table is blocky and dark-stained and can seat six.
That's one way to avoid having to talk about the dead. Talk about the living. Brilliant, Doctor.
So she was asking Margot. He bounces on the balls of his feet while he adjusts to standing still and takes a quick swallow of wine as she's asking how they know each other and maybe the kids think they're going to get away with not talking he talking as much as he tends to talk but:
"Ah, shit, that's... no, I don't know about 'prefer,' but that's a funny story. Actually." He scratches his beard with his free hand then pockets it and uses the index finger of the hand holding his wine glass to point back-and-forth between the apprentices. Eyebrows aloft. "You two wanna tell it, or should I?"
Look. I have school. And RP. And all my other time is taken up by sheer, unreasoning panic. I don't have time for Reddit.
-- ixphaelaeon
-- ixphaelaeon