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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 11:18 am
"Huh." Ever floundered, thinking about that, trying to figure out the logic behind preventing kids from keeping healthier food in their dorm rooms and utterly failing. Was it to prevent vermin? Wouldn't it be smart to give them storage space too, then...? It went over his head, anyway.
"...well, how much longer do you have?" He shrugged, a quick gesture, and pointed to Zac's soup. If he didn't like it, if that was the problem, Ever would take it.
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 11:25 am
"Of school?" He shrugged "Depends if I can manage to skip a grade, but I haven't been trying that hard, I don't mind it because its room and board and I haven't picked a university yet... and I'd like to see if I can get a scholarship or something so I can go to a -good- one." He shrugged and then looked thoughtful. "Haven't picked a major yet either though..."
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 11:28 am
"Oof, you're young." That was almost painful, actually. Ever made a dramatic expression as he set his bowl down: not empty, but he'd picked all the good parts out of it. Presumably there was more food. He'd manage just fine, and take with him whatever he could. "That means another year, maybe, or maybe two...?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 2:01 pm
"Yes..." Zac countered. "And you'll die first." He said and flashed a 'charming' grin. "If the only factor is age..." He added, though truth be told if sufficiently irritated he'd make damn SURE that Ever died first...just to be right. That said he was still weighing other options for him, surely he could present him as a viable candidate...someone would see what he did.
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 2:56 pm
"Oh, no, I'm sure I'd die first anyway." He blinked across at Zac, unashamed and...unconcerned, too, it seemed. A smile spread across his mouth again as he raised one shoulder in a slow shrug.
"I smoke. I mess around. I don't eat enough. I sleep places I'm likely to get stabbed. It is what it is." Philosophical, and he rolled a hand at that, somewhat dismissive. "Or, maybe I won't. No one ever said there was justice in the universe."
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 3:02 pm
"Very true... I think at times you are expected to make your own justice, it's like making your own luck." He glanced at the kitchen having caught a whiff of something amid all the other smells, Sure enough she bustled out with an armload of dishes to set between them before dropping a sheet of paper between them that had a list of sweet dishes for deserts and tapped on it pointedly and just nodded before vanishing to return with a pitcher of soda. She seemed satisfied and nodded, sweeping away the empty dishes and patting Ever on one shoulder, which made her frown and say something in Italian before bustling back to the kitchen. Zac looked considering. "...I... think. She has an empty room, I doubt your above asking if you can stay there... she'd probably treat you like a son, might expect help with dishes the way she did with her own son but she does them too. He's off at college 'making good'..." He filled in before the question got raised.
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 3:06 pm
"..uh." It wasn't a terrible idea, but it was a shocker -- what, Zac offering helpful suggestions like a civilized human being? An unexpected twist! Ever considered teasing him about it, gripping a fork halfway to his pasta, and then decided he could probably let this one slide. It might be the only one he did...
"I don't know. She seems the type to get attached." And the very idea of that made his skin prickle some. Get attached, and then start demanding things, and then next thing you knew she had pet names for you and was teaching you Italian and how to make gnocchi...he fought down a twitch, and dug in.
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 3:19 pm
He arched an eyebrow but said nothing before turning his gaze to the kitchen. "... In that she would always let you return like a bad penny... yes." He said after a moment. "... but she's the one who booted her own son out the door when he said he'd just as soon wash dishes and take over here..." He shrugged and cut a meatball in two before twirling a fork full of pasta and taking a mouthful and making a please sound. "Depends how much or how little you can deal with." He said after he finished the mouthful. Besides... it worked for HIM to find Ever a place to stay, he'd get fed, he'd be 'safe' and Zac would know at least one place he could definitively find him. "Might get a nightly nag if you don't eat enough though... somehow I think you could suffer though the hardship of that." He added dryly.
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 3:21 pm
"...and what do you get out of this, exactly?" Ever asked the question carefully, without his usual mocking edge, without a flash of a smile: his eyes gone serious in the way that they so rarely did. He was watching Zac thoughtfully as he wound up his own forkful of spaghetti. With the smile faded off of his face, he actually looked like an adult. Not a responsible one, of course, but...
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 3:30 pm
Zac paused and a slower smile, more genuine and somehow more... oh, what was the word, edged with that 'sociopathic' thing. "You learn fast, I thought I was the only one who did that..." He chuckled and wound a new forkful before answering as he lifted it. "Well... If SHE feeds you I don't have to listen to you b***h about not having lunch...in fact she'll probably pack you lunches of the left overs from here. "And before you ask for secondary motives..." He put one finger on the cover of the bible. "... if I have questions, I'll know where to find you." It was true... it wasn't -all- of it but it was more than enough -normal- reasons.
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 3:39 pm
It sounded suspiciously like charity to Ever, though, and charity which could come back to kick him in the a** later -- but it also sounded like a fairly worthwhile endeavor. He made a sound around his mouthful of pasta and flicked his eyes toward the kitchen door, already pondering over various ways to broach the question:
'if I lived around here, I think I'd never be hungry...' 'this is much nicer than the last place I stayed...' maybe something about how awful his mother's cooking had been, with doe eyes, and let the woman draw her own assumptions...
He chewed and swallowed and looked back at Zac. "Maybe. But if she starts trying to cut my hair or something, you won't find me here."
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 3:43 pm
"... her Husband is balding with 3 feet of braid down the back, if she hasn't shaved HIS head I think she'll let you continue to stuff your head under the weed-wacker." He quipped.
The woman's eyes though had sparked with delight, she'd already bustled out back and you could for a brief moment hear someone elses voice, the man who peeked out of the kitchen could have been a bit part in "The Godfather" except for his hair, the slight comb over of whispy desperate white streaked hair flipped a little in the wind as he glanced at you and shrugged and shuffled back into the kitchen saying something in italian to his wife. The conversation continued and it was hard to say how it was going.
Zac just looked amused.
"...I think you're actually worse than I am on attachments...that's remarkable."
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 4:02 pm
"Hmmp. Good excuse to practice my Italian, I guess..." Maybe he was looking for excuses for himself, now. He shot a quick look to Zac and then back down, shaking his head a little. "I'll ask later, not...not in the middle of dinner, you know?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 4:04 pm
"Ask -them- or ask Me?" He said curious but didn't push the issue, waiting for ever to finish his food or at least a good portion of it before asking if he could please take some of his home. She mentioned someone called "Demy" in questioning tones and Zac gave her a nod with such a significant pause attached to it that it was defiantly a lie. She tapped the desert menu and tilted her head and he held up his hands and begged off till you were done, she brought more rolls instead.
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 4:20 pm
"If I ask you, then I owe you." Which, of course, clicked much of it into place. Ever shook his head a little, amused, his eyes flashing up to the woman and only halfway following what she said. Italian was close enough to French that he could kind of keep up.
"...of course, if that's what you want, I'm sure I could find some way to repay." There; his wicked edge back, amused.
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