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➹ —— (◎) “Why would I draw ye a sheep?”
«₡»—××× “Cause I’m cute and I asked for one?
It don’t get any simpler than that.”
[SMS: Ghosty] Not when im wearing my big boy shoes ;)
"Any idea where a spaceman can go for a good time in this corner of the planet?"
He didn’t mean to be so upfront, and on hindsight, he would realize that he should be more careful with his identity, but he’d had a drink or two back on the ship and it had loosened up his tongue real good. “Been walking down memory lane all day—now I need to forget.”
"Spaceman? All depends on your idea of fun, muchacho."
He rolled one shoulder casually. “What kinda good time you talkin’ about?” With a small grin, he cast a glance off to the side, as if looking for anyone listening in, before returning his attention to the man before him. “All sorts of ways to have a good time. You got people who like themselves some comfort food, others like shootin’ things up, then there’s people who crave something more…physical.”
Ciel first learned English when he was rather young. He managed to get his hands on a number of movies smuggled from Earth and was fortunate enough to still own the antiquated technology necessary to play them. It was through these that he gained the bulk of his knowledge of the language. Gangster films were some of his favourites. He ended up adopting a Brooklyn accent when speaking English, though he is more than capable of speaking with a general American accent.
Reading and writing was more difficult and took several years longer. Along the line, he was able to obtain some Latin textbooks. He found it an easier language to deal with, though not by much.
When his ship landed in France, he made due largely by breaking words into bite-size pieces and cross-referencing them with his knowledge of English and Latin.
—- ∰ She understood what he said, reason why she found
herself nodding at his words. “I agree with you. People
often focus only in the big picture, that forget the small
details that actually make it… or something like that.”
She forgot how it went. “Not my words, I read that in a
magazine or something, I’m not that deep.” A small
laugh followed her words.
“Ellie, nice to meet you.” She introduced
herself as she offered her hand to him.
«₡»—××× “Ellie. That’s a fun name.” It could have been short for
"Elizabeth" or "Eleanor" or even "Rochelle". It added a
touch of mystery to her. He liked it. “Don’t really matter
much to me if they’re your words or someone else’s.
Important thing’s that they mean something to you.”
He reached out and gave her hand a warm shake.
“And I’m Ciel. Pleased to meetcha too.”
—- ∰ Ellie had to laugh at his reaction and his words, it was
impossible not to. “Fine then! then go ahead and have
this coffee. I don’t want to end up with a caffeine rush.”
If that was the right name for it.
“It seems like you had plenty of coffee
already, or is that your normal self?.”
«₡»—××× “Heh. Sorry about that. It’s just me. I’m easily excitable.”
He took the coffee from her and winked before
taking a sip of it. Ouch. Hot. He winced briefly.
“I just figure, we got a lot to smile about, but we kinda got
a tendency to take the little things for granted. Might as
well try being happy, y’know?”
—- ∰ “Yeah!.” She was a bit too excited about it, never did
she simply got free stuff (not even with a coupon).
”I got a few more, but I don’t think you can use them
all in one day. Want it?.”
«₡»—××× “Whoa, kiddo! Even if you could, that’d be a bad idea.”
He gaped at her with mock incredulity, both
excited for a drink and aghast at her situation.
“Anyone who has that much caffeine is gonna go crazy.
Me takin’ that coffee is doing you a favor, believe me.”
He could save his coupon for another time.