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Post by Typhoid on Nov 6, 2008 23:15:32 GMT -5
"No, it's doesn't," she agreed with the point. "But I asked you if it bothers you to be seen as human because of it, not whether or not it's excusable."
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Post by Odin on Nov 6, 2008 23:19:33 GMT -5
"You asked what bothers me, and I've told you," ::Odin had learned how to analyze each word of a sentence these past fifteen months, for his own sanity. He took another sip of his rum and coke.:: "Subtly, perhaps. But after Texas came in, I'll pepper my beliefs with pontification."
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Post by Typhoid on Nov 6, 2008 23:20:47 GMT -5
She pursed her lips in a disdainful expression. "You sidestep too much."
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Post by Odin on Nov 6, 2008 23:24:18 GMT -5
::Odin took another sip of his drink. How often he had heard that...:: "We all have our shrouds. Mine is verbal, rather than a dark trench coat, a metallic helmet, or a tank with mounted missiles."
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Post by Typhoid on Nov 6, 2008 23:28:04 GMT -5
"A dark trench coat." She rolled her eyes a little, but she was used to the barbs about her clothing habits from various people, and so took it in humor. "Yeah, thanks for that."
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Post by Odin on Nov 6, 2008 23:32:26 GMT -5
::Pierce's concession speech began to play, and Odin turned to give the bartender a look. Consensus at the bar was in his favor, it appeared, as the bartender changed the channel to stand-up comedy. Anything was better than watching Pierce concede. He turned back to Typhoid once the sound of jokes about airports filled the bar.:: "It suits you, actually, but you can't fault me for having my own mark and form of protection."
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Post by Typhoid on Nov 7, 2008 21:56:24 GMT -5
She smiled a little at the small compliment. "I always thought your mark was you cleaning your glasses."
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Post by Odin on Nov 7, 2008 21:59:11 GMT -5
::Were Odin anything less than devastated at the moment, he would have met the comment with a smirk.:: "Have you ever worn glasses, Typhoid?"
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Post by Typhoid on Nov 7, 2008 22:14:42 GMT -5
"Do sunglasses count?" she asked, smirking.
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Post by Odin on Nov 7, 2008 22:17:33 GMT -5
"Not for the point I want to make," ::Odin replied with an almost amused shake of his head.:: "Clear lenses get filthy far too easily."
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Post by Typhoid on Nov 7, 2008 22:29:34 GMT -5
"I'd imagine they do," she said, conceding the point. "You should try getting lint off of black clothing."
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Post by Odin on Nov 7, 2008 22:32:23 GMT -5
"I have; the lint brush is the best three dollar investment you'll make," ::Odin told her. The conversation provided welcome distraction at the moment.::
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Post by Typhoid on Nov 7, 2008 22:41:02 GMT -5
"I usually try duct tape," she replied, taking a drink.
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Post by Odin on Nov 7, 2008 22:49:08 GMT -5
"The all-purpose supply," ::Odin supplied, familiar with the many uses of duct tape. He took a drink as well, and realized he was running low. As such, he lifted his hand to call the bartender.:: "Freshen your drink?"
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Post by Typhoid on Nov 7, 2008 22:51:17 GMT -5
She immediately shook her head. "Not a good idea, but thank you."
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