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Tazenhani · 09-17-2015, 03:37 AM

SPOILER!!: I can't even XD

It was working. It was working! The man's hand was leaving and ------- No. No it was back again. WHY was it back? Was it a thing to hug and eat at the same time? Didn't eating naturally afford some personal space, what with elbow knocking and all that?

Needless to say, he couldn't keep the unimpressed look off his face as he went rigid still. Somewhere in the back of his mind he wondered if the groundskeeper responded to movement, and that a lack of such movement might cause him to loose interest. If that didn't work, drastic measures might have to be taken. Because clearly being polite and strange all in the same moment didn't work.

The man didn't mind his paper eating, even though he himself did, and had no sense about social manners what-so-ever. Problem came that it wasn't exactly early morning anymore either, and he wasn't interested in putting on a show for anyone.

Fussing a bit with shrugging his shoulder a little, Sabel shook his head and took a long gulp of his coffee. "Syrup would ruin the texture." His tone was as flat and unamused as he had ever heard it. Perhaps if it wasn't so early morning he could properly deal, but he had to face it. He had just eaten paper to try and get this guy off his back.

Clearly, it wasn't working. Still there was some civility left on the table, and given he had to work with the groundskeeper, it was best to maintain it. "I did, on both accounts. Yourself?"

Maybe he would be a dramatic story-teller like Airey, given to gestures and other such distractions.

Problem was, as much as the man was irritating, there was a curiosity too. For instance, he preferred muggle pictures over moving ones. It was a very curious thing coming from a wizard. "There is a permanence and lasting nature to still images. Which, I thought was the point of photographs." After all, in the muggle world moving pictures were called movies. Or vines, depending on the generation.

As for his own hobbies, it seemed like a question born of a dangerous nature. The man was knocking at another door to his life, and he wasn't sure he wanted to open it. But, again, there was no sense in being rude. "You mean besides finding new sources of fiber?" He could chew on that for a bit. "Rock climbing and any sort of outdoor activity."

And only when the words were out of his mouth did he realize how big of a door he had opened. Outdoor. Groundskeeper. Merlin, he was never going to be rid of the man now.

09-17-2015, 03:37 AM	#16 (permalink)
Tazenhani DMLE & DoM Doxy Join Date: Oct 2009 Posts: 6,150 Hogwarts RPG Name: Amur Neverwinter Fourth Year	~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~ SPOILER!!: I can't even XD Quote: Originally Posted by Charely Potter Justin had to blink for a moment when his hand was being patted whilst he was pulling it away. That certainly didn't happen often. Wait... Awww.. did this man already miss his arm? How flattering. Sabel must really miss his life partner to be wanting more friendly-brother-like affection from Justin. He knew from experience way back, how absence made the heart grow fonder and all. That would explain why he seemed too distant and quiet. Huh, he hadn't thought this much about another person's actions before. Okaaaay, Justin supposed he could give it to him some more as the arm slide right back over Sabel's shoulder. There. Was that better? "Good." He offered a smile too, see, he could be selfless occasionally. Heh heh. Justin did watch him as he indeed ate the paper before drinking the coffee. "..Would you like some syrup with that?" Welp, he had no reason to question the man any longer on his eating habits. So he was working as an Auror for ten years. That definitely put him in his early thirties if he went to work straight after graduating. "Cool. I can respect that, did you work right after Hogwarts? You did graduate from here, right?" He looked close to his ~~baby~~ sister's age, so it had to have been after his time. So what kind of photographs? "Moving, but still photographs too. You get more time to appreciate a certain detail without missing it." That was his take on it. "Do you have any hobbies?" Surely he didn't just spend all his time teaching and eating paper? It was working. It was working! The man's hand was leaving and ------- No. No it was back again. WHY was it back? Was it a thing to hug and eat at the same time? Didn't eating naturally afford some personal space, what with elbow knocking and all that? Needless to say, he couldn't keep the unimpressed look off his face as he went rigid still. Somewhere in the back of his mind he wondered if the groundskeeper responded to movement, and that a lack of such movement might cause him to loose interest. If that didn't work, drastic measures might have to be taken. Because clearly being polite and strange all in the same moment didn't work. The man didn't mind his paper eating, even though he himself did, and had no sense about social manners what-so-ever. Problem came that it wasn't exactly early morning anymore either, and he wasn't interested in putting on a show for anyone. Fussing a bit with shrugging his shoulder a little, Sabel shook his head and took a long gulp of his coffee. "Syrup would ruin the texture." His tone was as flat and unamused as he had ever heard it. Perhaps if it wasn't so early morning he could properly deal, but he had to face it. He had just eaten paper to try and get this guy off his back. Clearly, it wasn't working. Still there was some civility left on the table, and given he had to work with the groundskeeper, it was best to maintain it. "I did, on both accounts. Yourself?" Maybe he would be a dramatic story-teller like Airey, given to gestures and other such distractions. Problem was, as much as the man was irritating, there was a curiosity too. For instance, he preferred muggle pictures over moving ones. It was a very curious thing coming from a wizard. "There is a permanence and lasting nature to still images. Which, I thought was the point of photographs." After all, in the muggle world moving pictures were called movies. Or vines, depending on the generation. As for his own hobbies, it seemed like a question born of a dangerous nature. The man was knocking at another door to his life, and he wasn't sure he wanted to open it. But, again, there was no sense in being rude. "You mean besides finding new sources of fiber?" He could chew on that for a bit. "Rock climbing and any sort of outdoor activity." And only when the words were out of his mouth did he realize how big of a door he had opened. Outdoor. Groundskeeper. Merlin, he was never going to be rid of the man now. __________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________ I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________ _______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy.