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Post by elise13 on Feb 17, 2013 8:53:26 GMT -10
Finally, we're reviving our RP killed by TM closing down.  Here's my previous reply: Albert seemed to take a few moments to think about how to respond to her challenge. On the bright side, he was definitely going to response. The question was how. She was sure he would reveal some partial truth about his childhood or something clever about his education. Hopefully, he would not make a lengthy reference to a series of books she had never read. That might kill the conversation up until the exact moment he wanted her to tell him about her life. All of these things seemed reasonable to her, but she had not been expecting- in the slightest- what he would actually say. Out of the blue, he revealed the precious secret of his family name. She had figured he would hang on to such a precious secret for a little longer. After all, she had gotten the impression that he had run away from the fame of the name, not just ran away to try to use it some more. He was trying to keep away from his parents, using their name hardly seemed to make sense. Then she realized he was probably feeling back about keeping a secret from her. Feeling like he had been holding some information from her. He was probably concerned that /she/ would be upset with him for lying. Hardly. But he didn’t know that. He thought he was lying to some nice girl, who had been kind to him out of the pure goodness of her heart. Just as she was lying to him, who had only been nice to her. But she was doing it for his own good! He would be better off back under the Winter umbrella, not running off without a clue in Alagranda. Act surprised, she told herself. Tessa gasped, half-standing up. She quickly reseated herself, glancing around for a moment. She raised her brows, probably to the point they would fly off her forehead. She exclaimed, “You?!” Tessa lowered her own voice slightly. She continued, “Really?” Tessa paused a moment, acting like she was waiting for him to say something. But she needed to act a bit eager about it. After all, he was /famous/. Any civilian would be thrilled to know someone so prestigious. And rich to boot. A normal person would simply be beside themselves in excitement. So play the part. Easy. Excitement was easy to imitate. Considerably easier than working up tears. Sure, she had practiced the tears, but it had definitely been rough during the learning process. But excitement, an amateur could be excited without any skill at improvisation or even acting. All she needed were a few things. She needed to raise her voice at least a half an octave, emphasizing the thrilled tone. She would also need to talk quickly, as if there was so much to be happy about that she could not share her joy fast enough. Add that with making a visible effort to keep quiet, and she had the perfect astonished young lady act. Well, that and the eyebrows, she supposed. Tessa continued, her pause only a breath long, “Well, that explains the quote. That I couldn’t remember where I heard it from. It was that Winther motto. And all the books. And foreign affairs. And the reservation.” She shook her head, “I can’t believe I didn’t notice earlier.” Tessa paused again, as if she were thinking. On the bright side, it was easy to speak this time. There was nothing that seemed really confusing for her. /This/ contingency she had planned for. She had known eventually he would reveal who he really was. From the moment she got the job, this scenario had been running along in the back burners of her mind. There were also a few less nice contingencies running through her mind. Her getting caught was a big one. If he found her out too soon, she’d be out all the money and he’d probably toss her in the ocean or something. Well, after she had met him, that had seemed like a near-impossible future now. He would probably just make her feel really, really bad for lying. But this was not the time to think of such dark things. Focusing on that would only cause her to slip on her act. Pessimism was not the right choice. Realism yes, but pessimism could only lead to a bad outcome. Not that she had the best attitude on a normal day, now was just not the time to have a poor attitude. Tessa queried, finally returning her brows to their original position, “Why didn’t you say something sooner? I mean….I don’t know what I mean.” She was leaning forward on the table, acting intrigued by the mere idea of him being a Winther. |
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Post by Specter Seren on Feb 20, 2013 23:40:06 GMT -10
((Augh! I need to seriously re-read the past few posts again! And re-teach myself about Albert, lol. Soo happy I wrote down my ideas for him, lol. I should be heading to bed, so I'll look at this tomorrow when I have a few other post-TM RPs to reply to. Sorry! I promise I won't forget though!  )) |
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Post by elise13 on Feb 21, 2013 7:59:27 GMT -10
((I feel you. I feel stupid when I have to look up my own skellys to remember a character.
Sleep well. And it's not problem, enjoy.))
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Post by Specter Seren on Feb 21, 2013 17:58:13 GMT -10
((All right I just need to submit this story and then I'll start the re-reading process! Lol. I'm only going to go back to the more recent stuff since I actually remember the older stuff better...what? Lol. Yay! I finally get to do the fun things I had planned~ Oooh...Albert...))
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Post by Specter Seren on Feb 21, 2013 21:24:21 GMT -10
((OMG...once again I don’t know how I let these two go! Like seriously...Tessa is the funniest thing ever...she’s so cute! And Albert’s such a dork lol I love having a “cute” character for once~
Also sooo helpful I wrote down my ideas gosh even more detailed than I remembered, lol. Alright, let’s Destiny!))
As Tessa launched herself from her chair, Albert could only sink further into his own. Had he really made the right choice?
[Well...if she tells me something about herself without me making her cry...it will be worth it]
Especially the crying thing. He still wasn’t entirely over the shock of that debacle. But he remembered his resolve. He could stay focused on the future, and furthermore, there was always time to become a better person.
One who has faith in others. Someone who’s kind. And strong.
He decided that it would be his new mantra, in direct combat with his father’s words in his head.
Besides, even though it felt odd to have ousted himself so quickly, it was also greatly relieving. Now he could breath easier and not have to worry about accidentally letting slogans or jingles slip; he could just be himself - all of himself - and if Tessa would accept him for it, then what, exactly had he lost?
Well, nothing, perhaps. But he was still terribly embarrassed.
After all, he wanted to make sure that Tessa could still appreciate him for who he was, not his family name.
“I don’t know...I guess it didn’t really come up.”
He gave her a sheepish smile for probably about the millionth time that night, willing himself to pull his head out of his shoulders like a real businessman. Full of confidence. He did so.
“But it doesn’t change anything, right? I left that life because I didn’t want to be held back by it anymore. So please don’t let it change your opinion of me.”
As he spoke this time, somewhat to his own horror, he could hear his voice beginning to slip into the stereotypical, professional tone his communications teacher had spent the summer drilling into his memory. The voice one used when dealing with business - particularly with higher-ups. And here he was using it on Tessa. Curse his upbringing. Curse it and bless it all the same.
“So, then, that’s really all there is to the story, though. I’m sure you can see now why I don’t find it to be all that exciting. So what about you?”
He figured that the quicker he turned the conversation away from his “big reveal,” the more natural and normal it would become, as if talking about a pet he owned or a promotion or the weather.
Of course...that was probably only wistful thinking, but the prospect of getting to know Tessa more was just too tantalizing; he wanted to hear her story now more than ever.
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Post by elise13 on Feb 22, 2013 13:14:09 GMT -10
((She’s cute, but evil. He’s the freaking cutest though. I feel so bad for him. It’s Destiny time!
And I feel like the posts just look entirely different in one post instead of seven little ones XP))
Tessa bit her lip, “I suppose so.” She thought the excuse was a bit weak. After all, they had both introduced themselves at some point or another (she was fairly certain that had happened at some point). Still, she felt no need to call him on his terrible excuse.
Then Tessa finally settled herself the rest of the way into her chair. She saw by Albert’s expression he wanted the conversation to settle down. Well, fine. She would settle down. Tessa had acted all surprised and excited, so she had her bases covered on appropriate reactions. But there was no need to make him even more upset than it already was.
Then he started worrying that this was going to change their relationship. Although, she did not exactly appreciate the tone he took up with her. He was speaking to her like she was a vaguely troublesome individual. She had not really been aware he even had that sort of tone in him. At least he could assert himself, she supposed. Valuable skill. It was then that she remembered she was trying to act all girly and timid. She was not supposed to be the one getting assertive. Right, tone it down, she reminded herself. Not that she had said anything aloud to lead him astray of his opinion really, she had just started getting a little worked up within her own mind. Tessa took a moment to get over herself. This was about him, not his tone of voice necessarily.
Tessa muttered, “I don’t see how it wouldn’t be that exciting, but I’ll have to take your word for it.”
Now that problem was that she did not know what to say about herself. What was the equivalent exchange for such a secret being revealed? I’m lying to you about my purpose in the country was definitely equivalent, but certainly not appropriate to share. Mostly because she wanted to get paid.
What could she say? Something about her family? No, she had ruled that out herself. After all, she had already cried at the mere mention of them. Pathetic, but appropriate. So that seriously limited what she could talk about. Nothing could really be considered equal to what he had just shared. He shared a deep, dark life secret, she didn’t have any- well, Albert’s Tessa didn’t have any. Of course, Tessa could create one. Duh. If only she had had that brain power a few seconds ago upon beginning this debacle. Now, what to say was again the question? Something surprising, but not terrible. No more dead family or friends. That would be unreasonable. And unlikely, otherwise she would be like that one author who had even female he ever knew die. Well! That was a piece of information about a book. It seemed Albert’s passion for books was contagious. But there was still the matter at hand.
Tessa finally copped out, “I don’t know if I can compete with that. I’m hardly that impressive. But I’ll indulge, what do you want to know? I could talk on and on.”
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Post by Specter Seren on Feb 22, 2013 14:39:23 GMT -10
((Lol I know, right?))
Albert’s eyes widened at the suddenly endless stretch of pathways in front of him. He could ask Tessa /anything/?
But before he gleefully jumped into the realm he had been so curious to leap into earlier...finally having a chance at a first-person primary source...he checked himself.
[Hmm...]
Even if Tessa seemed perfectly demure on the outside, there was a hidden dagger in her offering.
Suddenly Albert felt himself growing very nervous once again as his hands instinctively began to clutch at the sides of his seat. But this reaction annoyed him with an irritation far greater than any nervousness. He remembered thinking earlier how dealing with women was precarious business...far more so than business itself.
So...the challenge had been set, whether Tessa herself realized it or not.
“Well...” he began, still not entirely sure where his mouth would lead the sentence’s end. Perhaps the best thing to do in this situation was continue with the tone he had just set. That’s right. If he was indeed aiming to be a better man, then honesty had to be a key aspect of that.
[“Remember, Albert, don’t look down like a turtle when you’re fibbing to someone! It just makes it super obvious. Just act like...act like your telling a story, like in those books you love to read.” “But...why do I have to learn how to lie...?” “That’s just life. There’s going to be times you’re going to need it.”]
Oh...how he knew. How Albert knew that, perhaps better than anybody. Because it was that knowledge that was propelling him away in the opposite direction. If his fate was to become a conniving businessman in order to be successful, he would fight it till the last. And if he could do it, then perhaps other would follow suit.
The thought pleased him so that he boldly continued with his plan.
“...I don’t even know where I could begin. There’s so much I’d like to learn...but I wouldn’t want to ask anything that would offend you.”
He smiled, as if to take off some of the weakness of this statement. It was key that she realize he was trying to be sincere and polite, not buying into a cop-out.
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Post by elise13 on Feb 22, 2013 16:38:35 GMT -10
And in that moment, she really hated him. I hate you, she thought, I didn’t hate you a minute ago, but now I do. But she kept her expression carefully schooled. No use glowering at him. Well, there would be use. It would bring her inner peace. Not peace maybe, but happiness certainly. She tried to get him to give her a specific lie and he would not even give her the decency. Maybe she had put him in that position, crying, but this was downright inconvenient. Making her sort things out herself. Rude. Tessa allowed herself to boil in her frustration. Then she moved on. There was no use in being irritated with him at this exact moment. She could not yell at him and she could not storm out. Glowering would also be a serious tell for her act. So she got over it. She could revel in her anger later. For now, she needed to sort out a story.
So her parents were dead. Check.
No siblings, she decided. No need for more angst.
She was from Dermain. Check.
Lived there her whole life, that sounded good. That would keep her from having to explain moving or where they found money.
They were pretty poor as well. She could not speak for a life much richer than the life she herself had lived.
Father was a logger. They had loggers in Derman, right? It was a pretty wooded country.
Mother worked in the house doing mending for the richer families.
Tessa could sew, so she mentally added sewing to her list of skills. She had helped her mother mend clothing. She couldn’t do gloves. Specific detail.
Escape the war with plans laid by her parents. Check.
Only been in Talera for a few weeks.
Don’t tell him where you live. Yet at least. That would be inconvenient.
She made note to clean up her apartment to suit her story. On the bright side, it did not need to be very set up because her cover had not lived their long either.
She could read. But she refused to talk about that at risk of sounding stupid.
The question was, what to say?
Tessa mumbled, “Good point.” She fiddled with the end of her hair. That was really becoming a terrible habit. Self-induced too. When she was done with this cover, she was repressing this memory. She really did not want to remember acting like such a child. A boring, wimpy child at that.
Tessa answered, “Well, I’m really good at sewing. My mum was a seamstress. So I can, ah, sew. Does that count?” She finally remembered to drop her hair. Tessa placed her hands in her lap, trying to keep her hands away from her hair. Creating and breaking a habit in the course of one dinner. That was definitely some kind of record. She wished it meant something to anyone other than her.
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Post by Specter Seren on Feb 22, 2013 17:37:03 GMT -10
((Sorry for the long delay...I was working on homework, lol.
I seriously died a little inside at that first line...What does Albert have to do to get Tessa to like him? And he doesn’t even know that he has to fight for himself...poor fool.))
“Oh...I see.”
Albert tried to keep as reassuring a look on his face as possible, but he couldn’t help but feel internally disappointed. Here he had expected to be privy to some life-changing tidbit of information...something which would make him feel, for the first time, connected to another human being.
At least, in a healthy way.
Well, he supposed that he shouldn’t be too desolute. After all, he had asked for an easily navigable conversation topic...and sewing...that was just about as docile as one could get.
“That’s nice. I...My...Um...I know someone who can embroider quite well, although I’m sure it’s not the same...”
He winced as he said this; even though he had intended to be friendly and receptive, instead he could only conjure up floating images of the Marie Antoinette he had read about in another of his favorite books.
[“If they don’t have bread, let them eat cake.”]
Before he could make some other grievous mistake, server-hero came back again, hands laden with plates large enough to look at home even on the Winther table.
[Wow...they’re gigantic!]
Albert wasn’t used to eating in large quantities, as was popular in the “outside” world. At home he could eat whatever he wanted, but, having been prepared by gourmet chefs, there was a certain refined limit to how much would actually be set upon a plate.
Still...the waiter couldn’t have come at a more opportune time. The almost magical fafnir had captured literally all of Albert’s attention as it was gracefully set before him. He remained eyeing it as a child might a circus performance, as if he couldn’t really believe the moment was finally here.
He was finally going to live out one of his fondest childhood dreams.
[Even if it isn’t as good as I’ve dreamt...maybe in the North it will be better...]
As one with a head for business, Albert knew that sometimes one had to prepare themselves for disappointment, but at the same time, he knew that any attempt at maturity would be just that...an attempt.
Realizing that, once again, he had succeeded in being rude to his newfound friend, Albert glanced across the hulking form of the stuffed beast to see how Tessa had reacted to the placement of her meal.
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Post by elise13 on Feb 22, 2013 18:16:28 GMT -10
((I don't think I'll be able to get to this tonight. I'll try, but I'm tired and feel like a loser because I'm tired on a Friday....))
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Post by Specter Seren on Feb 22, 2013 18:53:08 GMT -10
((Lol it's okay. Try your best!~))
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Post by elise13 on Feb 23, 2013 16:10:08 GMT -10
((I’m sorry I’m so mean to Albert….I love you, baby. Just because Tessa’s mean, doesn’t mean you’re a bad kid… I don’t think there’s anything he can do. She does like him sometimes. I don’t know what’s wrong with her.))
Tessa mentally sighed, that had not gone as well as it might have, judging by the slight change in the expression on his face. Of course, it had been a bit lame, but he had been pretty vague about what he wanted to hear. That had been a fair topic. Easy to talk about, no emotions. And it was one of the first things she thought of, but that was beside the point.
Tessa supposed he had hoped for something interesting. Life-changing. Most of the life changing information about his Tessa was definitely off limits for sake of family trauma. Honestly, what more did he want from her? A tragic love life? Actually, that was not a half-bad idea. Maybe she could run with that later. That would be suitable. Lost love was sensitive, but not so much that ‘she’ would be rendered unable to converse about it. From what Tessa had gathered, people talked about lost love a lot. Always years later, of course. And with a general tone of bitterness. But it was always passionate and interesting. Once she nicked a diamond bracelet from a woman who had been discussing her terrible lover when she was ‘young and beautiful.’ Anyone wearing a diamond bracelet out in the open like that deserved to have it stolen, even if she did have a sad tale from her youth. The point was, love was interesting. Of course, that meant she’d have to talk about bloody love with Albert. How embarrassing.
Embarrassing?! What was she talking about? It was this again. Not a real date, she told herself. You are a con-artist, she reminded herself. There is nothing embarrassing about telling a story that you made up, she added with an air of finality. And now, she was talking to herself. Maybe Albert was the source of her insanity. Yes, that was certainly it. Perhaps he had already found her out and was just toying with her before reporting her to the authorities.
Tessa glanced at him through her lashes. He was making some odd sort of face. No, he was not clever enough for that. Certainly, he was clever, but not smart enough to pull one over on her. That required a gift she was downright certain he did not possess. If she had one talent, it was lying. And pick-pocketing. Two talents.
Before she could stumble up a response about sewing, the waiter returned with their food. Well, it was about time! And that saved them for a brief moment. Despite the fact she knew they were eating at an expensive restaurant, she could not stop her eyes from growing wide at the sight of all that food. Man, she had never eaten a meal quite this big! That was more food than she had eaten during some /weeks/. No wonder rich people were so fat, look how much food they were offered at restaurants.
Tessa looked over at Albert to see if he was as surprised as she was. He seemed to have been. The meat in front of him was huge, she could hardly fathom eating it in one sitting, and she could put away food. Albert looked excited though. She smiled, “At least the hotel’s paying for all this food.”
Dumb. She schooled her features slightly, trying to look like a normal citizen who was accustomed to food. She had been so focused on the food that she had completely abandoned all intelligent thought. For shame! Why would he care who was paying? He was a WINTHER. He had all the money he could ever want at his disposal. He could eat this much whenever he felt like it. And he probably did. For the first time, she was jealous of him. Really jealous. Money was one thing, but money bought food. And she really did like being well-fed. Sure, his family was kind of crummy and overbearing, but there was food! All this food. Whenever he wanted. She just wanted to grab his shoulders and tell him to get a grip and go home because there could have food. And who cared about all that other drama when the food was good and available? Not her at least.
Tessa cleared her throat and her mind. No use having an inner rant about food just now. She was in the advantageous position of having a plate full of food in front of her. And she had every intention of eating all of it, despite the girly reputation she had built up for herself. Tessa said, gesturing at the food with a hand, “Shall we?”
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Post by Specter Seren on Feb 23, 2013 18:42:23 GMT -10
((Lol, it’s fine. She’s such a cutie, whether she realizes it or not. I just can’t wait to find out how she’ll react to...stuff. Also, I always wonder what Albert would do if she reveals herself. Of course, time tells all~))
Albert didn’t need much more of an invitation. He hadn’t realized just how truly hungry he was until the great fafnir had been set before him. And now, as he unraveled his napkin and spread it as his parents had always instructed him to do across his lap, Albert thought back to the last time he had eaten, hours before. It had rather been a hectic day. Permit hunting in the morning, the luggage ordeal, countless new experiences, and then this. This “date” alone was enough to both shoot energy through his veins and complete wear him out.
Picking up his utensils lightly in his hand, Albert smiled across the table.
“Of course.”
Now that they were to the actual eating portion of their dinner venture, Albert was able to let his mind wonder to the many times he had sat obediently on his father’s right, facing some guest or another. Dinners were one of the first “specialized” topics his teacher had covered in communications, he now recalled. He supposed reviewing such information earlier would have been more beneficial, but, things being as they were, it had been a learning experience. And Tessa was a breathing individual, not an example from a textbook.
As the young man sliced the first section of the fafnir off of its body...from what looked to have been one of the beast’s legs...he closed his eyes in preparation for the rush of senses he knew was soon to follow.
But just as he lifted the tender morsel to his lips, his open-minded landed him in a memory...the memory of his last dinner party, to be exact.
Two months ago.
The day before his birthday.
That time he had not been sitting in his usual spot at his father’s right hand. Instead...he had been strategically placed...
“Ah...”
As he swallowed his first bite of his first true Algrandian dish, Albert found himself of need of setting down his fork, a hand up to his mouth, eyes wide.
“It’s...delicious. Heh.”
Behind his partially-closed hand, he couldn’t suppress a small laugh. It felt childish, which was an impression Albert was loath to give, but as he thought back to all of the build-up he had set behind this one, life-changing dish...
It just felt somehow funny, and he couldn’t have been happier with the result.
Continuing to think about it, about his own ridiculousness at having dreamed so long over a simple dish, only made him laugh more, almost a nervous laugh, but, upon remembering Tessa, he cleared his throat and set himself back to eating.
It was sad...in a way. Even though he was ecstatic to finally have this treat...in that moment, he could feel just how sheltered his life had been.
Well...a sheltered life. That was his punishment, after all. And it could have been worse.
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((Thanks… And quite antagonizing me with the backstory…..I wanna know!
I wonder too. He’s not going to be happy.))
Tessa nodded in response to his comment. Everything with him was at least a three-step process. Question, response, reaction, and maybe even repetition. It must take him an eternity to get everything done. Part of it might be her own fault. She was admittedly loathe to make a mistake in front of him. Not because she cared about his opinion particularly, but because she needed to keep up a good impression as her cover. If she managed to offend him at this meal, well, that would blow everything. She would have to find another way to send him home. And if that meant another cover, well, that would just be the end of her. She would have to find a wig. Make up a different backstory. Not that she had exactly come up with a backstory for this cover either. She did have a vague one though. She had her motivations all lined up in a row, but that was not what Albert was interested in. He wanted to know about feelings and history, not business venture plans. Of course, not. That would be entirely too convenient. With his file, she would have imagined him to be very business-centric, but he hardly seemed curious about the matter. Yet another surprise hidden in that file. This entire experience was destroying her faith in files and possibly the written word. She had never cared for reading much anyways. But she would learn from her mistake. Remember the backstory next time.
Tessa had been in the process of wondering how to eat the food before politely when she noticed Albert placing his napkin in his lap. Well, that was certainly the first step to being polite. She mirrored his action, delicately laying the napkin on her own lap. It was a good thought. The dress was mostly white and anything spilled on it would certainly ruin it. Not that she cared- naturally. She hated dresses, after all, but she had spent the money on the dress and she would probably wear it again in the course of this con. Unless he went home soon. That would be ideal. Then she would not have to fathom up a backstory and get flustered over imagined parents. Maybe he would just run home. Tessa was fairly certain she had thought about this at least six times during the course of this discussion, but it did not make the thought any less valid. Go home, she thought, hoping the idea would project towards him and speed up the entire process.
Tessa rose her eyebrows at his response to the food. He was very excited about it. Hopefully, he would not choke in his joy over the dish. Tessa did her best to swallow a laugh. She did not want him to feel foolish about the food. That was off-limits. At least for now. Tessa smirked, “I’m glad. I was a bit worried it was bad when you put your fork down.” That was true. For a brief moment she had thought something was wrong. Although, her brain had not exactly provided logic behind that impression. It was not like he had slammed down the fork, which would elicit a nervous response. No, he had gently placed the utensil down to enjoy the food. Overreacting slightly, she added. It was kind of endearing though. He was so excited about something as small as a foreign dish. So excited he could not help but tell her about it and laugh. Sweet.
But that was not the point. Tessa steered her thoughts away from that path. Albert had already calmed himself, perhaps his excitement was not that overwhelming. Thus, she should just forget about the whole matter and move on. Not endearing! She emphasized to herself.
Tessa picked up her own fork, twirling the pasta around it deftly. It was delicious. Not enough to create a response as enjoyable as Albert’s, but good. The dish was different than any she had had before. Sweeter. This was probably due to a different type of vegetable added to the sauce, or perhaps the quality of the wheat used in the noodles. Wow, she sounded like Albert. With all that analysis over the goodness of his dish. Now she was sure he was contagious.
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I swear next time I make a character they are going to be Japanese
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Post by Specter Seren on Feb 24, 2013 12:56:46 GMT -10
((I'm sorry I'm sorry! I'm just so excited over this RP...cause I love them so much...and my evil plans...hur hur...not really. It's probably not even 1/10 as awesome as you might be thinking. So I won't build it up. It's just the lamest thing ever. There.))
It seemed as if Tessa was as absorbed in her food as he was. That was good...at least he wasn’t acting /too/ oddly in the situation.
[Remember, keep a hold on yourself.]
He could feel him face redden a bit as the thought of the girl examining him as closely as he was her re-entered his mind. It shouldn’t have made a difference, though. Businessmen always had to be prepared to be looked upon by others’ weary eyes. This was no different...right?
But as he continued digging into his new favorite dish, he briefly wondered what sort of impression Tessa was forming of him...but not just passively guessing, but /really/ wondering. It was a way to pass the time, at least. He did recall from those communication lessons that, once the food arrived, it was acceptable - if not even preferred - to keep conversation at a minimum. At least until people started getting full, then that was when talking could pick up again.
Still...it was strange. He had never really tried imagining himself from another person’s perspective before. Probably because, in order to do so, he’d have to imagine someone else to imagine their perspective of him from. It could be a fun activity, though, as if he were describing a character in a book.
And then...as it was so wont to do...Albert’s mind slipped into memory once again. This time he retraced his steps until he was many years in the past.
Right...he had been about to go into second grade, that time.
After Owen died.
[“But mama, don’t you like my story?” “It’s fine, dear, but don’t you think you could be doing something better with your time?” “Like what? I’m bored. There’s no one to play with.” “Well...maybe instead of trying to write stories you could read them instead. I know, you can study your history book. I’ll bet there’s lots of interesting stories in there.” “Mmm...I guess.” “Good. Now go on to the library, mama’s still busy trying to figure things out, okay?”]
His career as a would-be writer, ended so abruptly. Albert wondered how he had forgotten about that. When he was younger, reading stories soon wasn’t enough to keep his interest. He used to have a little notebook...wherever it had ended up now, he had no idea...that he would wear around his neck and carry with him everywhere. He had also been the one who always wanted to play make-believe...even if Owen usually had the better ideas of how to actually go about doing it.
[Owen...]
Albert blinked, realizing that somewhere in the midst of traveling down Nostalgia Lane, he had forgotten that he was supposed to be eating. Now more embarrassed than ever, he tried to make up for lost time by quickly eating a few bites, then remembered that it was best to play these sorts of situations cool, as if nothing odd had happened at all, and so he continued to eat at a normal pace.
“So...sewing...does that mean that you’re good at making clothes? That seems like it would be really useful”
Just because they were eating it didn’t mean the conversation had to completely lay dead in the road.
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