Nah, i was just kid-
Well what would you “present” me as a gift though?
Advice. Of course I would present it in a fashion that would hopefully be amusing, if not rejected that is. But if you’re fine without it, I’ll have to keep it for some other time.
What kind of advice though?
Such a dark look. It’s strange how people take even the mention of such things in a negative manner. One would think at least some would be open to opinions that they ask for, don’t you think?
-Smiles- What would you like to hear?
I can see why the Earl Grey Creme would sell well. -It was his favorite as well, though it was hard to find a shop that did it right. Earl crossed his arms, his own eyes moving over the containers- I wouldn’t have pictured you as a floral type of person, though. I personally find the flavour too delicate and light for me to truly enjoy it.
-Arthur raised an eyebrow slightly, though shrugged dismissively- I don’t blame you for thinking that. I never used to be. It took me forever to perfect the brewing method, but once you get the harmony of flavours, it’s quite a nice drink to have whilst relaxing, which is often when I’m drinking the tea. It’s hard to pick one favourite, though, impossible perhaps.
Very much like a parent being asked to pick his favorite child, I suppose. That or your preference changes with your mood. -Earl mused with a slight smile- Harmony of flavours… you really take this quite seriously. -Well of course, if he owned the shop. It must be something he really did love. He let his eyes move over the canisters again, humming as he tried to think of what tea he was low on-
-Earl couldn’t help but smile at the fire in his eyes. It was always great to see passion where one works. The flying machine though had him chuckling lightly. It was very much like those old time inventions that never seemed to work- Well that sounds interesting, though I don’t know how you could manage that. It must be huge to carry such a weight. -At the very least he could learn a little more about it-
Yes, that’s exactly the trouble, and I’m doing my best to counteract it! I’ve noticed that the biggest difficulty is actually getting up in the air; once you’re there, it’s pretty simple to keep afloat in good conditions. I’m toying with a two part system at the moment.
So you know how to glide? To keep yourself in the air at least. Tell me a bit more about this two part system? Just how do you think you’ll put yourself in the air in the first place? -Earl smiled lightly- You don’t have to tell me all the details. I don’t want you to think I’m stealing your ideas when all I really want is to satisfy my curiosity.
Oh? -Earl wasn’t quite sure how to answer to that- It does sound… horrible. I wouldn’t’ want that to happen to anyone. Did things recover? Well, they must have. But still, it’s a scary thought to loose so much so quickly just because of a simple number misplacement.
Seeing the way the business is running smoothly today, yes, we did recover the zeros lost. *With that he smiled at the writer before looking straight ahead*
So it’s interesting why you let me know. –Earl hummed folding his arms- It’s actually an honor to hold such knowledge. He arched an eyebrow, amused- Unless that was just some sort of mistake. I suppose I’m an easier end to tie off if things get complicated. … There are some people who will do that, you know. A simple search online or even just hiring someone to do it for you will turn up results, especially if there was paper work left behind.
Sounds like college life to me. Nice to know it’s just about the same for most people.
Certainly I get to be more creative, the main reason I didn’t want to work for anything else. That and I wouldn’t have to deal with many people. However, there’s something to say about habits and ingrained routines that I can’t quite claim for myself. –He gave a small smirk- You must be a good actor then. I think most higher businessmen must be.
Good enough to tie himself to the family then.
Well perhaps you will be, and perhaps you will not. Who’s to say you can’t fake it. It’s been done before and I think if you keep to yourself as much as you do now, the incident might pass by. –Earl was getting into this sort of planning, smiling as he talked, moving from one car to the next- Though if you were really dead, that would make things simpler for the one who finds it.
I see. I’m surprised. Power doesn’t seem to be your main concern, but I figured performance would be among your listed qualities. Though… perhaps that’s just more than accuracy all together. –Earl didn’t quite catch onto the lower voice, too distracted at the moment, and responded just as he did before-
-Earl glanced up and gave a small nod, wondering if he was really needed here or was he just an extra vote so Vincent wasn’t here all day. After all, as he said before, he was no expert. The best he could do was pick the nicer looking one or perhaps the one he somehow make a story about and had suddenly grown emotionally attached to. Still, he supposed it was much like wine tasting. He might not be able to truly appreciate the wine like others, but he could appreciate the sediment. And free wine- Depends. Will I die. If not, then yes. I don’t see why I wouldn’t. -He stepped away from one he was observing and with another glance to Vincent, started to follow the trader, throwing his notebook in his back pocket-
We are, aren’t we? -Earl answers simply. He had his theories but they sounded like cliqued sci fi plots- Well I would assume they would stop to give us false hope. It being crushed as soon as they return would be a horrible torture in itself. I think we could talk then.
Yes that sounds nice. Perhaps maybe if we stop hating the pain, it wouldn’t be considered as torture anymore… and we can get out of it? *that’s an impossible thing Vincent* We can’t escape though… we’ll be shot at. But if it’s forever then we’re immortals, so we still live. Perhaps there’s a staircase…
I’m not sure. There are probably souls in there for thousands of years who have yet to accomplish such a thing. -Earl tilted his head- Well they do call it an immortal soul for a reason. There… is one. At least in Dante’s words. You would have to pass through all of hell and go to the lowest level. I doubt we would have a guide.
A god of destruction and horrible fashion sense.
Teasing? Well… there are many different ways to tease. Why do you think the blindfold is a favorite? -Earl will slowly introduce you Alfred, don’t you worry. Toys are a fun thing to play with- How cruel… and after you said I could. -He lowers the cell. There will be more opportunities-
-Earl flicks Alfred’s nose- Don’t scare me like that. You’re a bloody nation for crying out loud. I don’t know what sort of watch is kept on you. -With a sigh, he wiggled slightly on Alfred’s lap- Experience and all that. Besides, you don’t need to know everything to send your partner over the clouds.
I think you mean god of Handsomeness. Like the new Dionysus!
You’re being a pervert again. //Boops his nose.// Yeah, yeah, maybe. That’s all you’re getting outta me! //Alfred moves his hands down and sticks his tongue out at him.// Only if I get a picture of you!
If I had a secret service, those poor guys would already hear all those perverted things you say. //Grins at him and wraps his arms snugly around Earl’s waist.// I can do that with my plane!
I believe you have the wrong god. He was the god of wine making ritual madness, and ecstasy. What you’re thinking about is perhaps Apollo, god of the sun. The fire makes sense, then.
How so! -Earl said, slightly indignant as Alfred bopped him- Are you going to tell me that blow jobs are perverted too? -Pouting slightly, he side glances at Alfred- I don’t think so. I have a model of a boyfriend and he doesn’t want me to have pictures? I highly doubt I’ll agree to such things. -He pauses before nodding- Fair enough.
And they would think I was nothing but vanilla. Honestly, what I’ve said was really light compared to… other things. -Okay, that got a roll of the eyes- Either you’re comparing your dick to a plane or you’re being literal. I don’t know which is more silly.
wonderwilliams SAID: AH SORRY I DIDN’T INTRODUCE MYSELF BEFORE [NERVOUS LAUGHTER]. I LIKE TO READ HORROR AND MYSTERY.
-Earl once more waves him off- It doesn’t matter much now. Though your choices are interesting. Why do you enjoy them so much?
Hello Matthew. It’s nice to get a proper introduction to you. -Grins lightly- I believed as much but I wanted to know for sure. What sort of things do you like to read. Certainly you have a favorite genre!
-Earl smiles lightly- I thought so. It has been a little bit, hasn’t it? -He waves his hand, brushing the matter aside- Don’t worry about it. You’re actually amusing me for the moment so it works out both ways. So, tell me a little bit about yourself.
The black market? Yao held his own cup to his lips with a moment’s pause then tipped it while lowering his eyes, he didn’t have to tell Earl how he got their good-ol’-tea, legally or illegally-he got it and it was all that mattered and it was the genuine stuff. “After graduation I worked as a tea barista in a botanical garden, aru.” He answered, saying that should answer all of Earl’s suspicions of where he got the tea. Big place meant big connections, right?
And as for the red, gold and black. He let the comment go, he was still an international student then and the old traditions ran hard in his blood, that was until he fell in love with the modern look and managed to merge both of them into the apartment he once lived in.
Yao looked up, peering over the edge of his cup and let it warm his hands as he caught a glimpse of Earl sipping his tea, an image he had ingrained in his memories. It had always a calming effect, cooling, calm, serene, beautiful and picturesque, even though he was trying to push his gift back.
“Its a gift, aru.” Yao stated bluntly and lowered his cup, “You can take it as a free gift, a friendly gift, a just because gift, a birthday gift, a Graduation present, or even an apology gift. Regardless of what you pick, I bought it for you and you only. Whatever the reason is or was, it’s still for you. I didn’t carry it for all these years just to have it given back to me, aru.” He said stiffly and took another sip from his cup, closing his eyes indulging in the smooth vanilla citrus taste and texture. He rolled his shoulders and let Earl’s words float around like the leaves in their cups.
He tapped the restlessly tapped his cup a few times before he gave him his reason, “You tell me…if your best friend, room mate and biggest crush suddenly disappeared the week before graduation wouldn’t that bother you?” He said questionably turning his cup before he looked up at Earl. “Someone you undoubtedly cared for and watched him physically and emotionally waste away, wouldn’t it literally claw every day and night?” The dark haired man sat back and crossed his ankles and turned his eyes up to the ceiling.
“They looked for you for 1 year. But the missing persons committee didn’t think it was necessary to carry on-said the trail had gone cold. And yet, I managed to find a job during that year and stuck with it, looking for you on my own for another year, aru. Hoping… that maybe… You’d hear how famous the garden had gotten with good tea or maybe you wanted some quiet retreat and stop by, or maybe I’d find a blog of yours and toss in a free coupon or suggestion you should visit.” Yao gave a scoff, “1 year. They only looked for you for 1year. I hate them.” He muttered, his fingers visibly tightening around the perfectly kept cup, and intentionally leaving out the part where he could no longer keep the search going on his own despite everything he tried but no one under the name Kirkland ever answered him back.
“There have been people missing for over 15 years and they keep looking and waiting and hoping. But they called it off in 12 months.” He paused again, then breathed, “I don’t know… why I was so compelled to look for you? Maybe to say…I’m sorry, come home.”
But Yao didn’t say where he got the tea. Earl only raised an eyebrow, but he knew pressing further would only lead to more statements where he would be able to assume what he wished. “Sounds like it was a perfect job for you.” He answered from behind his tea cup. “Was it… don’t tell me it was that one place you kept going to when you had free time? No wonder they hired you.”
So you’ve come to me to seek amusement? -Smirks- Well that’s a bit interesting, but I suppose no one else was about.
Are you an immortal nation?
There might be left over Chinese in the fridge as well, if it hasn’t been eaten already. Perhaps a box of old cereal around there.
If you can’t manage anything, I could always make ramen for both of us.
Dude, I can cook something, no problem, just gimme somethin’ to cook. Got any veggies? Rice?
… Right… no.
-It’s quite obvious now that Earl and whoever lives with him has nothing really to cook. Seems like they live off of junk and god knows what else-