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 Posted: Tue Nov 14, 2006 6:11 pm
Sid snorted with laughter. "So why don't you ask them?"
He split the remaining peices of fish into smaller and smaller pieces, just because it was something to do with his hands. His pen and notepad were wedged in one of his pockets, but pen dancing was out of the question with the webbing.
"Personally, I don't want to know. I just assume the people in charge get off on it, and have the money for it, so... Yeah." He resumed eating. "People with money do really ******** up things with it."
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Posted: Tue Nov 14, 2006 6:27 pm
Ask them, indeed. Maybe one day. For the moment, maybe Sid was right. Maybe it was better just not to know.
Brian rose. He picked up his notebook, his pen, his tray. As an afterthought, he replaced the tray on the table so that he'd have both hands to stick his favourite implements into his pockets. How useful, to have hands. Would he still have them within a year? A month? Brian brushed aside the melodramatic, pessimistic thoughts with the quick flourishing of a mental broom. "Well, I'll see you around." Damn. He'd forgotten the guy's name already. Something that started with M? Or K? S, perhaps? Oh well.
Studying animals was much easier, Brian noted in the back of his mind, than attempting to socialize with people. For one, you could give them any name you wanted, and if you forgot it and gave them a new name, they wouldn't get offended.
The young man picked up his tray again and, after waiting to hear any departing remarks from his pointy-mouth acquaintence, deposited it and then went on his way.
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Posted: Tue Nov 14, 2006 6:38 pm
Sid glanced up from his plate. As it just so happened, he'd forgotten the other man's name as well, but that was nothing new. "Take care."
It would have been crass to add that if he'd been there a few weeks it was only a matter of time before he changed, so he bit the comment back and settled for nodding as a farewell.
He looked at his plate and realized that he couldn't be all that hungry anymore if he'd already taken to arrange the scraps of fish into little piles. He forced himself to finish it all anyway, then it was back into the gauntlet of headaching inducing sunlight to make it back home. He really needed to get a hat of some kind, or an umbrella, or something.
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