01-31-2020, 06:05 AM
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Calvin never considered himself a people-person, someone who found enjoyment in picking the brains of strangers and chatting just for the sake of passing time. He would much rather shut himself in his room and read his comic books or sleep. However, he should have expected people to enter in and out of the area as he was in the general lounging room of the lodge. Whatever; Calvin would do his best to mind his own business and not bother anyone. This did not deter him from letting his eyes roam towards the people that entered the kitchen, though. He fixed his sights on the fellow who helped himself to a cup of tea as well, and was admittedly a little surprised that someone else didn't enjoy the hot beverage too. Calvin thought that most people liked the stuff?
Although he listened, he did not speak up until he was directly spoken to. Again, Calvin wasn't much of a conversation-starter. He raised his eyebrows upon realization that he was being engaged with. He doesn't take the "look like shit" comment to heart, knowing that he's probably referring to his messy hair and his pale, ill features (even though he probably looks like shit regardless). "I'm just a little sick, I guess." His tone was casual, as he tried not to make a big deal of his health. It was nothing to fret over, and the last thing he wanted was anyone to play nurse.
A man approached the two, one Calvin had seen around and could differentiate by his accent. His accent wasn't British, was it? He didn't know many British people, so who was he to know? As for the question that asked what it was that they were drinking, Calvin responded with a very light and almost awkward chuckle, "Heh, just tea." A few moments went by, before he added, "Or at least we tried to." Neither he nor Elwin could finish their cups. And, when William proceeded to roast the hell out of Elwin's haircut, Calvin offered a more genuine chuckle this time, "Damn." He didn't know that there were savages roaming among them. Maybe he related to these peoples' sense of humor more than he thought he did.
It was strange that Calvin had managed to catch a cold in the first place. He hadn't come into direct contact with anybody, but perhaps one's germs had managed to overwhelm his immune system. It sucked, though. It was especially hard to keep himself warm and toasty when he hated being warm and toasty anyways. It was nice after being out in the cold for a while, but he couldn't stand to wrap himself in blankets for long. His body was naturally a heater in itself. He brings his attention to a new face in the kitchen, who offered him a suggestion as to what to add to his tea in order to make it flavorful. "Really?" Calvin raised a brow in thought. Whiskey, huh? He understood lemon juice and honey, but he wouldn't have ever considered whiskey. Truth be told, he had never tasted a drop of the stuff. "I don't think I'll need it, honestly. I usually get over it pretty quick." And by "it", he meant any forms of sickness. Maybe when he was a young child he had the flu, but that was back when modern medicine could cure him in a matter of days. If he caught the flu now? hooh, he would be as good as dead.
Calvin's attention fixes onto Evelyn as she makes herself a cup of tea. He's seen this lady (lady, he calls her, although she doesn't appear much older than he is) around before, but this is actually the first time she's engaged in conversation with him. Huh. "I mean, as long as you don't touch the same stuff that I touch. And as long as I don't sneeze or cough on your face." The last part was more obvious, and added in to cap his statement off with a hint of sarcasm. Of course he wouldn't cough onto someone's face, he wasn't an idiot.
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Calvin never considered himself a people-person, someone who found enjoyment in picking the brains of strangers and chatting just for the sake of passing time. He would much rather shut himself in his room and read his comic books or sleep. However, he should have expected people to enter in and out of the area as he was in the general lounging room of the lodge. Whatever; Calvin would do his best to mind his own business and not bother anyone. This did not deter him from letting his eyes roam towards the people that entered the kitchen, though. He fixed his sights on the fellow who helped himself to a cup of tea as well, and was admittedly a little surprised that someone else didn't enjoy the hot beverage too. Calvin thought that most people liked the stuff?
Although he listened, he did not speak up until he was directly spoken to. Again, Calvin wasn't much of a conversation-starter. He raised his eyebrows upon realization that he was being engaged with. He doesn't take the "look like shit" comment to heart, knowing that he's probably referring to his messy hair and his pale, ill features (even though he probably looks like shit regardless). "I'm just a little sick, I guess." His tone was casual, as he tried not to make a big deal of his health. It was nothing to fret over, and the last thing he wanted was anyone to play nurse.
A man approached the two, one Calvin had seen around and could differentiate by his accent. His accent wasn't British, was it? He didn't know many British people, so who was he to know? As for the question that asked what it was that they were drinking, Calvin responded with a very light and almost awkward chuckle, "Heh, just tea." A few moments went by, before he added, "Or at least we tried to." Neither he nor Elwin could finish their cups. And, when William proceeded to roast the hell out of Elwin's haircut, Calvin offered a more genuine chuckle this time, "Damn." He didn't know that there were savages roaming among them. Maybe he related to these peoples' sense of humor more than he thought he did.
It was strange that Calvin had managed to catch a cold in the first place. He hadn't come into direct contact with anybody, but perhaps one's germs had managed to overwhelm his immune system. It sucked, though. It was especially hard to keep himself warm and toasty when he hated being warm and toasty anyways. It was nice after being out in the cold for a while, but he couldn't stand to wrap himself in blankets for long. His body was naturally a heater in itself. He brings his attention to a new face in the kitchen, who offered him a suggestion as to what to add to his tea in order to make it flavorful. "Really?" Calvin raised a brow in thought. Whiskey, huh? He understood lemon juice and honey, but he wouldn't have ever considered whiskey. Truth be told, he had never tasted a drop of the stuff. "I don't think I'll need it, honestly. I usually get over it pretty quick." And by "it", he meant any forms of sickness. Maybe when he was a young child he had the flu, but that was back when modern medicine could cure him in a matter of days. If he caught the flu now? hooh, he would be as good as dead.
Calvin's attention fixes onto Evelyn as she makes herself a cup of tea. He's seen this lady (lady, he calls her, although she doesn't appear much older than he is) around before, but this is actually the first time she's engaged in conversation with him. Huh. "I mean, as long as you don't touch the same stuff that I touch. And as long as I don't sneeze or cough on your face." The last part was more obvious, and added in to cap his statement off with a hint of sarcasm. Of course he wouldn't cough onto someone's face, he wasn't an idiot.
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GET A LOAD OF THIS TRAINWRECK
HIS HAIR'S A MESS AND HE DOESN'T KNOW WHO HE IS YET — TAGS