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sweethymns2016-05-22 06:35 pm
formidable) wrote in sweethymns2016-05-22 06:35 pm
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Pictures in the Dark
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[Coffee it is.
Since he didn't specify, Oren's taking out a cup, a special filter, and starts making Jake's coffee behind the counter where he can see him.
It'll take a few minutes for it to be completely done, so while it drips down into the cup, Oren turns to speak to him again.]
You wanted something.
Since he didn't specify, Oren's taking out a cup, a special filter, and starts making Jake's coffee behind the counter where he can see him.
It'll take a few minutes for it to be completely done, so while it drips down into the cup, Oren turns to speak to him again.]
You wanted something.
[Jake doesn't say anything in those moments, watching Oren's back, and letting the smell of coffee waft in his direction.
When the man turns around to speak again, he understands it as an implied question. Jake obliges. He'll be the last person to comment on the golem's concise sentences; getting straight to the point is something that he'll always prefer.]
I did. I wanted to speak to the owner; thought that was Iona. Or "Jackie".
[Not you is the implication, but it's not an accusation. The hidden question there is if Oren can relay a message in Iona's absence.]
When the man turns around to speak again, he understands it as an implied question. Jake obliges. He'll be the last person to comment on the golem's concise sentences; getting straight to the point is something that he'll always prefer.]
I did. I wanted to speak to the owner; thought that was Iona. Or "Jackie".
[Not you is the implication, but it's not an accusation. The hidden question there is if Oren can relay a message in Iona's absence.]
Homework. Needs to finish. Not here.
[Aka, Iona's current status. That's why she isn't present at the moment.]
Will take message.
[His next sentence takes effort, but whatever Jake wants, Oren wants to make something clear first.]
We serve drinks and food; any other involvement is unnecessary.
[It doesn't stop Iona, but usually their policy is to, live and let go.]
[Aka, Iona's current status. That's why she isn't present at the moment.]
Will take message.
[His next sentence takes effort, but whatever Jake wants, Oren wants to make something clear first.]
We serve drinks and food; any other involvement is unnecessary.
[It doesn't stop Iona, but usually their policy is to, live and let go.]
No, not weird, not exactly-
[Maybe he's just being overly sensitive to this stuff, he wonders. She's just offering for the sake of convenience, after all, and it would be nice to freshen up some before heading out.
How quick she is to invite a guy to her apartment without really thinking twice about it, though. That's the part that floors him, but it runs so parallel with her personality, and what Michael knows about her so far. Maybe, then, he shouldn't be so surprised.]
It's fine, I'll go too. [He corrects, with a little smile.]
[Maybe he's just being overly sensitive to this stuff, he wonders. She's just offering for the sake of convenience, after all, and it would be nice to freshen up some before heading out.
How quick she is to invite a guy to her apartment without really thinking twice about it, though. That's the part that floors him, but it runs so parallel with her personality, and what Michael knows about her so far. Maybe, then, he shouldn't be so surprised.]
It's fine, I'll go too. [He corrects, with a little smile.]
[Homework? A college student? He files that information in the back of his mind, though it really doesn't matter either way.
"Involvement", says the man. For once, Jake's frown twists into a wry, ironic half-grin, and he lets out a laugh. It's a cynical-sounding thing, along with the thread of humor that underlines his next statement.]
Then you'll be glad to hear that involvement is the last thing that I need. Even when it comes to drink and food.
[His grin fades, though, just as soon as it had appeared.]
My brother visited here not that long ago. Morgan Kyle. [He wasn't sure if his brother gave his name or not, but it was best to cover all bases.] About my height. Dirty blonde hair, blue eyes.
[Cold and soulless.]
Ring a bell?
"Involvement", says the man. For once, Jake's frown twists into a wry, ironic half-grin, and he lets out a laugh. It's a cynical-sounding thing, along with the thread of humor that underlines his next statement.]
Then you'll be glad to hear that involvement is the last thing that I need. Even when it comes to drink and food.
[His grin fades, though, just as soon as it had appeared.]
My brother visited here not that long ago. Morgan Kyle. [He wasn't sure if his brother gave his name or not, but it was best to cover all bases.] About my height. Dirty blonde hair, blue eyes.
[Cold and soulless.]
Ring a bell?
[A good enough start for Jake.]
Did he say or do anything... odd?
[He's trying to gauge exactly what Morgan did while he was here. Hopefully it was nothing more than drink coffee and feign idle conversation.]
Did he say or do anything... odd?
[He's trying to gauge exactly what Morgan did while he was here. Hopefully it was nothing more than drink coffee and feign idle conversation.]
[Being straight forward just means Ryan can do more of the talking, of which he will gladly oblige.]
So then why all the food? Unless you have... er, an appetite like mine?
[He hesitates, but just has to add:] Which is definitely not normal.
So then why all the food? Unless you have... er, an appetite like mine?
[He hesitates, but just has to add:] Which is definitely not normal.
[For a second, Jake feels a sense of bewilderment. Was he really being that easy to read? He thinks, by nature, that he isn't. That he's unforthcoming, more detached than most, more direct and uncaring for others' opinions. Ironically, it is the opposite that is true -- he's the grounded one, the one that worries when things go awry, when they have the potential of going awry, like now. He's the sensitive one who just believes he has thick skin.
(He has to pretend he does, after everything.)
He shifts in his seat again, hesitant, but hiding it by running his hand through his hair.]
I'm concerned. [It's the same thing, Jake.] And so, I've got a request, if you'll entertain me.
(He has to pretend he does, after everything.)
He shifts in his seat again, hesitant, but hiding it by running his hand through his hair.]
I'm concerned. [It's the same thing, Jake.] And so, I've got a request, if you'll entertain me.
[He's interrupted by the coffee being nudged in his direction, and though he feels a flash of irritation (because he's trying to tell him something important, damn it), he still picks up the cup and takes a sip.
It's... sweeter than he expected. He's not used to it; his coffee is usually plain and strong. But he likes it, partly because it's novel.]
Thanks. [It's almost muttered, an automatic nicety he doesn't think twice about.]
It's... sweeter than he expected. He's not used to it; his coffee is usually plain and strong. But he likes it, partly because it's novel.]
Thanks. [It's almost muttered, an automatic nicety he doesn't think twice about.]
[Brow quirk.]
Really? Because anyone who can eat like me is definitely not normal.
Really? Because anyone who can eat like me is definitely not normal.
[He warps his fingers around the cup, taking in its warmth. He taps a fingernail against its surface, making a light clink clink clinking noise.
And then Jake gets straight to the point:]
My brother. Don't let him visit here any more.
And then Jake gets straight to the point:]
My brother. Don't let him visit here any more.
[He wasn't expecting that, and he looks surprised, before falling back into his usual flippant manner.]
Now that's the existential question of the day if I've ever heard one.
[But he sets his jaw a little, and then a little more seriously:] What makes you ask?
Now that's the existential question of the day if I've ever heard one.
[But he sets his jaw a little, and then a little more seriously:] What makes you ask?
[He leans forward, looking up at Oren with a tangible sense of exasperation and urgency.]
Believe me when I tell you that it is necessary. No matter what your first impressions of him were, you don't know him like I do.
Believe me when I tell you that it is necessary. No matter what your first impressions of him were, you don't know him like I do.
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