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 Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 4:01 pm
Eyebrows raised at the choice of tea over coffee and he gave a small nod of approval like a very tiny english lord or something of the sort.
He himelf ordered a chai (girly spiced tea or some such, and ordered you some manner of sandwich, a large glazed cinnamon something and a toasted bagel for himself.
Once the tray was collected with all its odds and ends he marched his way right to a table without so much of a word and waved a hand for you to sit down first.
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 4:07 pm
Ever swallowed a noise at the expression on Zac's face, trying not to laugh again, and followed him absently, peeling off his gloves as he went. There was just something so proper about him. And yet not. He dropped down to sit, and then opened his mouth. "Halfway surprised you didn't ask me to carry..."
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 4:11 pm
Zac sat down and pulled his own food off the tray before shoving it closer to Ever, aka 'impediment' and a small huff.
"Don't be ridiculous... I'm not sure when you last washed your hands."
Somehow he managed to say it in such a way, that it was hard to say if he were flat out serious or if he was just saying that to be a little a**.
"Is that enough?" he added with a small wave of his hand at the food.
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 4:14 pm
"It's never enough." That was borderline honest, frighteningly so. It made Ever wince a little, reaching out for the tea at the very least, and wrapping his hands around it. No response on how clean they were, but they didn't look that bad, even out of the gloves. He didn't take a sip yet, just kept his hands there, warming them against the outside of the glass.
"...I don't imagine that's all for me." There. Better. Light and teasing.
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 4:24 pm
"The Bagel is mine...the rest is yours." He said bluntly. "You can take it with you if you want." he added. He watched in silence for a long moment studying the long spidery fingers that cupped the tea for warmth.
Intelligent, sharp... rather an a**.... he tucked the thoughts away and tried not to linger on them.
"You seem young to be so... " He trailed off and put his own hands around his mug. His fingers were on the long side but terribly girly, he hated them just a bit more in comparison to Ever's hands, terribly thin but at least more masculine, not making him look younger than he was.
"So down on your luck..."
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 4:27 pm
Ever shrugged as he sipped at the tea, eyeing the sandwich and forcing himself to hold out for the moment -- until he was warmer, hydrated, and until Zac started to eat his own foot. He wasn't bad enough off just yet to fall upon it like a ravenous dog. He could manage.
"Don't know what you mean, really." It was light, with a twitch of his head and a quick roll of his shoulders, mostly speaking into his cup. "I think I'm doing alright. Still alive, and that's something, in this city..."
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 4:32 pm
"Hmm...." Zac replied and leaned back into his seat watching again.
He picked up his bagel and took a small bite of it before putting it down again and snaking a small butter pack off the tray to spread on it.
"I didn't see...what were you reading before we started our little 'war' of placement?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 4:42 pm
Another long gulp of tea, warming him from the inside out, and he watched Zac eat before going for his own sandwich. He wasn't nearly as delicate; he consumed half of the sandwich in three bites and shrugged again, leaning bony elbows comfortably on the table. "Nonfiction."
Just a brief pause; presumably Zac wasn't actually all that interested, but he swallowed and gave just a little more information. "World War I. Didn't study it all that much before...um. I think my teachers were biased."
And there went the rest of it; quick chomps and he licked the corner of his mouth clean. "Not very well-written though. What were you trying so desperately to get at?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 4:49 pm
"Flags of our Fathers, supposed to be well written, describes events at Iwo Jima." He shrugged but looked at least interested to have found a reading topic in common.
"...If I find you reading it before I can I might be willing to drop another book on your head." He added somewhat pointedly. He looked thoughtful though.
"Everyone is biased... it just depends on how, sometimes they are just biased to a third party so it seems more objective but all the same..."
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 4:59 pm
"There's biased and then there's biased." Ever had relaxed some, was eyeing Zac's bagel in a somewhat joking manner but -- mostly, now, he was serious. His eyes more thoughtful than touched with laughter, his fingers resettling around his tea, his shoulders easing into a comfortable slump.
"I mean, if someone tells you that, um. That, say, 50,000,000 innocent people died during a war, that might be biased, because what defines 'innocent'?" He raised his eyebrows at Zac over his cup, tipping his head a little. "But vague statements that they deserved it for lax morals, or that something like it will happen again because of, um, people falling in love..."
He grimaced and shook it off. Not the greatest memories. And he was rambling anyway.
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 5:07 pm
"Point... and you could also delve of course into what defines morality." His eyes narrowed in irritation that didn't seem to touch on the subject at hand but it was just as quickly brushed away.
"After all people wage wars for the most ridiculous reasons, history always has and always will be written by the victor, they will describe the atrocities of the looser and inscribe it in the history books. The loosing side will write their own, describing themselves as victims and neither party will ever be honest about if they did or did not deserve what happened to them."Race... -sexuality-... religion..." he huffed and then pushed half the bagel at Ever.
"If you want more tell me... It's worth a good conversation." He added bluntly.
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 5:11 pm
He eyed the bagel for a moment, the butter, tipped his head -- and then gave in, reaching out to grab it and shrugging once, quickly, at Zac.
"The worst part is that people filter out the parts they don't like, draw the conclusions they want from some of the facts and..." He waved it off, taking a bite of the bagel and leaning back just a little. Subtle body language. He probably didn't even realize it. "And, well, then people like me don't know as much about what actually happened than we probably should."
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 5:19 pm
"We never do... no one does, but at least SOME of us try and learn all about something before we fly off on some half assed conclusion or moral judgement with no basis beyond some outdated superstition and hearsay."
He paused... glancing at the slight lean, he was missing -something- he just wasn't positive what.
"Did you want more tea?" he asked instead.
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 5:24 pm
"...hum." He tipped his glass to look at the bottom, licking his lips and considering the bag. Ever was still clinging to the bagel. Zac might not have needed it, but he did -- and was trying to figure out how he could pocket it for later without looking too desperate.
"More hot water...they'll probably just give me that, right?" He raised his eyebrows as he pushed himself up to stand.
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 4:09 pm
"SIT....Down." Zac said perhaps more sharply than he needed to and stood up himself quite contrary to his own orders.
"Just... sit..." He went back to the counter brusk as anything and ordered -more- food, bought a -thermos- and grabbed one of their to-go boxes and offered the lady at the counter a smile that might have looked more realistic if it had even remotely gotten to his eyes.
He dropped the lot of it between them and then turned back at a call from the counter to fetch a small tin of tea and a fresh hot mug.
"Idiot..." He said with a sharp look at you and then sat down again. "if you have hospitality to abuse... you might learn to try doing so a little before I decide I'm fed up with the conversation and company."
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