05-29-2020, 05:10 PM
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— sipping at his coffee, his eyes raised from the cup to look towards a man pulling into the village with a horse and wagon. eyes watched curiously as the man slowed the horse to stop. the man pointed his finger towards richard. he simply raised his brows to show that he was listening to the grumbling newcomer. “you got the right idea, ‘ey? a nice warm cuppa on a day like this.” this guy didn’t seem like the worst company to have. he pushed himself off of the wall, taking a few steps closer. he was about ready to open his mouth and say something-- though he barely had the time to open his mouth before the man kept rambling on.
he was the kind of person richard could only stare at as he rattled on, lips parted in subtle disbelief. “i wonder if this was what capitalism felt like…” richard blinked, watching the man look around the village. ”huh.” this man was something else. he felt floored, uncertain what to say - or if he was even supposed to say anything at all. “yeah,” he hummed in agreement(?). his gaze swiveled around the village street. “you must’ve lived up here a while.” he didn’t know what other observation to make. people often made small conversation easy to reply to, something he could politely nod along to and agree with. this man seemed like he could carry a conversation with himself. at least that was- respectable, to say the least.
the man asked his name, at least seeming to remember it was richard something or other. he took the second pause to quickly insert, “banner, yeah.” he watched the man and listened attentively. “i’m tommy. eddie’s brother. people say they can see the resemblance but - eh - i ain’t too sure, honestly.” no kidding? how could two opposites be so closely related? rich didn’t think he’d ever see the similarities between them if he tried. clearing his throat, he brought the cup close to his mouth. “i wouldn’t have guessed.” perhaps more because of the personalities, rather than the resemblance. he took a few steps closer, investigating the items on the wagon.
“what do you do around here, tommy? transport?” as odd as this tommy character seemed, there was something about him that was gravitational. perhaps it was rich’s own curiosity about a man who was quite unlike most characters he’d ran into. richard knew to keep his own distance from others - he didn't plan to stick around for too long; having people to say goodbye to never made things easier - but he couldn't keep his curiosity and sanity at bay without occasional conversation.
— sipping at his coffee, his eyes raised from the cup to look towards a man pulling into the village with a horse and wagon. eyes watched curiously as the man slowed the horse to stop. the man pointed his finger towards richard. he simply raised his brows to show that he was listening to the grumbling newcomer. “you got the right idea, ‘ey? a nice warm cuppa on a day like this.” this guy didn’t seem like the worst company to have. he pushed himself off of the wall, taking a few steps closer. he was about ready to open his mouth and say something-- though he barely had the time to open his mouth before the man kept rambling on.
he was the kind of person richard could only stare at as he rattled on, lips parted in subtle disbelief. “i wonder if this was what capitalism felt like…” richard blinked, watching the man look around the village. ”huh.” this man was something else. he felt floored, uncertain what to say - or if he was even supposed to say anything at all. “yeah,” he hummed in agreement(?). his gaze swiveled around the village street. “you must’ve lived up here a while.” he didn’t know what other observation to make. people often made small conversation easy to reply to, something he could politely nod along to and agree with. this man seemed like he could carry a conversation with himself. at least that was- respectable, to say the least.
the man asked his name, at least seeming to remember it was richard something or other. he took the second pause to quickly insert, “banner, yeah.” he watched the man and listened attentively. “i’m tommy. eddie’s brother. people say they can see the resemblance but - eh - i ain’t too sure, honestly.” no kidding? how could two opposites be so closely related? rich didn’t think he’d ever see the similarities between them if he tried. clearing his throat, he brought the cup close to his mouth. “i wouldn’t have guessed.” perhaps more because of the personalities, rather than the resemblance. he took a few steps closer, investigating the items on the wagon.
“what do you do around here, tommy? transport?” as odd as this tommy character seemed, there was something about him that was gravitational. perhaps it was rich’s own curiosity about a man who was quite unlike most characters he’d ran into. richard knew to keep his own distance from others - he didn't plan to stick around for too long; having people to say goodbye to never made things easier - but he couldn't keep his curiosity and sanity at bay without occasional conversation.