07-04-2020, 02:16 PM
#794044[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 6pt; letter-spacing: 1.5px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"]Of course, Tommy could read the room, granted he didn’t really give a shit about all them things which occupied that space. If Richard wasn’t interested in conversation with him, then he would talk with Tommy begrudgingly; after all, Tommy wasn’t that thoughtful nor considerate of his feelings enough to change the way he acted. And, even if it meant he asked for a cigarette, implying that he intended to stick around even longer than one may first expect, then he’d do so in the most casual of ways.
Tommy stared back at Richard as the two men exchanged looks, features complacent as if he wholly expected a cigarette from him. And, surely enough, Richard began to dig around for his cigarettes, Tommy taking a couple of steps closer to pluck one from the carton. ❝ You owe me one, or you could just get me a drink some time. ❞ Tommy tipped his chin up in acknowledgement, placing the cigarette between two lips before lighting it up, ❝ It’s a deal then, yeah. Let’s get a drink tonight. ❞ He pointed out. It wasn’t like Richard could necessarily refuse. What else could he be doing around here that would take up too much of his time?
Taking a step back, Tom watched as the fishing line disappeared into the lake, lips twitching in an amused smile for a split second at Richard’s words. ❝ Largemouth... Huh. That’s a funny one, mate, and I don't even think you too far from the truth at that. They probably would if we got any of ‘em up here. They ain’t too keen on this cold weather though, granted I ain’t too keen on it myself. ❞ He took a puff of his cigarette, exhaling plume back out into the sky.
Finally, Tom quietened down for a moment, just long enough for Richard to be able to get a word into the conversation. No luck? ❝ It ain’t about luck, though, ain't it? It ain’t too much about skill, though, either. ❞ He looked over to Richard. ❝ Knowledge. The good old fashioned education about them fishy behavior around ‘ere. ❞ He spoke as if it came from experience, Tommy jutting his bottom lip out as he observed the lake again. ❝ I ain’t the one to ask for advice. I know fuck all about the- the intricacies of reading a fuckin' fish's mind. ❞
Tommy stared back at Richard as the two men exchanged looks, features complacent as if he wholly expected a cigarette from him. And, surely enough, Richard began to dig around for his cigarettes, Tommy taking a couple of steps closer to pluck one from the carton. ❝ You owe me one, or you could just get me a drink some time. ❞ Tommy tipped his chin up in acknowledgement, placing the cigarette between two lips before lighting it up, ❝ It’s a deal then, yeah. Let’s get a drink tonight. ❞ He pointed out. It wasn’t like Richard could necessarily refuse. What else could he be doing around here that would take up too much of his time?
Taking a step back, Tom watched as the fishing line disappeared into the lake, lips twitching in an amused smile for a split second at Richard’s words. ❝ Largemouth... Huh. That’s a funny one, mate, and I don't even think you too far from the truth at that. They probably would if we got any of ‘em up here. They ain’t too keen on this cold weather though, granted I ain’t too keen on it myself. ❞ He took a puff of his cigarette, exhaling plume back out into the sky.
Finally, Tom quietened down for a moment, just long enough for Richard to be able to get a word into the conversation. No luck? ❝ It ain’t about luck, though, ain't it? It ain’t too much about skill, though, either. ❞ He looked over to Richard. ❝ Knowledge. The good old fashioned education about them fishy behavior around ‘ere. ❞ He spoke as if it came from experience, Tommy jutting his bottom lip out as he observed the lake again. ❝ I ain’t the one to ask for advice. I know fuck all about the- the intricacies of reading a fuckin' fish's mind. ❞
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