04-02-2020, 08:28 PM
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— freddie prided himself on being able to tell such vivid stories. he was so talkative, and surprisingly good with words; he painted the scene so vividly. it was a trait he had ever since he was little. he’d recall stories to everyone around, the truth of the story getting more twisted and overdramatic with each retelling of it. the man could spin stories out of nothing and he liked to think he could get others on the edge of their seats with each word. it was nice to see that someone was so similar to him in that aspect.
he sat on a nearby log, arms resting casually on his knees, hands held together. eyes followed odessa as she spun her own story. fred had never heard it before, but by the way odessa told it, it sounded like a good one. still, his brows furrowed as she stopped talking-- and he was almost confused. was the man driven crazy by his own guilt? eyes wandered through the fire with pursed lips. he wondered absently what that felt like. what did it feel like to have such guilt after commiting a crime?
“i liked it,” he supplied, watching as cass smiled brightly and assured odessa that it was a great story. and then it went momentarily quiet, eyes wandering throughout the group to see who would tell the next one. fred shifted in his seat and started to grin. of course[i] he’d volunteer himself to tell a story.
“do you have a story, cass?” though he [i]also liked the idea of saving the best for last. he raised a brow curiously at the other man, turning his gaze around throughout the group to see if anyone else would volunteer.
— freddie prided himself on being able to tell such vivid stories. he was so talkative, and surprisingly good with words; he painted the scene so vividly. it was a trait he had ever since he was little. he’d recall stories to everyone around, the truth of the story getting more twisted and overdramatic with each retelling of it. the man could spin stories out of nothing and he liked to think he could get others on the edge of their seats with each word. it was nice to see that someone was so similar to him in that aspect.
he sat on a nearby log, arms resting casually on his knees, hands held together. eyes followed odessa as she spun her own story. fred had never heard it before, but by the way odessa told it, it sounded like a good one. still, his brows furrowed as she stopped talking-- and he was almost confused. was the man driven crazy by his own guilt? eyes wandered through the fire with pursed lips. he wondered absently what that felt like. what did it feel like to have such guilt after commiting a crime?
“i liked it,” he supplied, watching as cass smiled brightly and assured odessa that it was a great story. and then it went momentarily quiet, eyes wandering throughout the group to see who would tell the next one. fred shifted in his seat and started to grin. of course[i] he’d volunteer himself to tell a story.
“do you have a story, cass?” though he [i]also liked the idea of saving the best for last. he raised a brow curiously at the other man, turning his gaze around throughout the group to see if anyone else would volunteer.
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[size=10pt]*･ﾟ[abbr=24 years old, male, flintlock]✦[/abbr] COME ON AND BARE YOUR TEETH
[size=10pt]*･ﾟ[abbr=24 years old, male, flintlock]✦[/abbr] COME ON AND BARE YOUR TEETH