The harder questions.
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flint_garouGetting to know Ky better. At least we share some interests.
18 May, 2012
The moon is in the waning New (Ragabash) Moon phase (15% full).
Flint sent off a text message to Ky, inviting the other cliath to join him for lunch, and coffee. It seems that the Glass Walker is heeding Alexandra's prompting him that he shouldn't spend 100% of his time in the workshop, at least while the moon is thin. And so he's sitting at one of the backmost tables in the coffee shop where he can see the door easily, most of his attention split between his phone, and his sandwich.
A reply was sent, not right away, and likely the Ragabash had his attention on something else entirely. But he agreed to join the Galliard, and not terribly long after responding, he shows up. Seeming to have become part of him, he carries a journal-like notebook, the cover beginning to show signs of wear, a couple of pencils are tucked into his back pocket. Kyler gives a wave to Flint after a quick scan of the interior of the shop, then heads for the counter to procure something for himself.
Flint waves and grins a bit when Ky enters, a brief smile flashed to the Shadow Lord. A few more moments of tapping at his cell phone, and Flint quickly puts it away in one pocket of his sweatshirt, and picks up his coffee to wait for Ky to come over to join him.
Ky lingers at the counter, half leaning against it while he waits. In short, cash is exchanged for a bottle of some 'all natural' juice and a sandwich. Collecting his goods, he goes to join Flint at his table, book set just next to his elbow and food and drink right in front of him. "What's going on," he asks after settling himself in at the table.
Flint grins, and nods. "Not. Not much, I…" Flint pauses, and takes a deep breath, the nervousness pushed to the side for a moment, words at conversational level that would be difficult for anyone nearby to overhear. "It. Since we're going to be in, in a pack together, I thought maybe. I mean, Lex sees you all the time, I barely, I don't know you that well except that. Alexandra has said good things." One hand is waved, and then Flint shrugs. "So."
Ky starts unwrapping the clingy plastic from around his sandwich while Flint talks, though he doesn't take a bite right off. He picks at the crust, giving a nod to the Galliard's words. "It's a good idea. Since I don't really know you either. But Lex really likes you." He shrugs slightly, glancing up at the other Garou. "I guess… best way is to just ask questions?"
Flint nods. "Yeah. If. If I'm too nosy at any time, just… tell me. But like, where did you grow up? What do you like doing, what do you like reading?" The hesitation turns to just all of the words coming out at once with very little pause for breath, and then Flint looks down at his sandwich, picking it up and taking a bite.
"Broken Prairie," Ky answers with a slow nod, a slight, shaking hesitation as he answers. "In Colorado. It's… it's gone now." His eyes flick toward the book beside his elbow, but he refrains from going into it. "I draw, mostly, and I really like comics, but I read a lot of fantasy and sci-fi. —You?"
Flint nods, and answers the questions in turn. "I. I… we moved a lot. Portland, Los Angeles. San Diego… I lost count. Mostly in California though. Dad was gone—I never knew him—and, and my mom…" Flint grimaces, distaste for the subject evident. "I read kinda everything, but. Fantasy's best. I read a lot, too."
"I never moved," Ky says. "Not until I…" he nearly says 'was', a slight deviation in words and he changes to, "came here." He picks off a piece of crust at eats it, glancing up at Flint again. "What do you do when you're not working? Besides read?"
Flint recognises well enough points not to push on, and his gaze shifts from one side to the other. "Usually I. I work." Even when he's not working. "Or I try and learn stuff, songs and stuff. Or read, or draw out things for, for making in the future. Wood-carving, and such."
"You ever do anything just… for fun," Kyler asks. "Something that's got no other purpose besides enjoyment?"
Flint purses his lips. "Some of the wood-carving's for fun," Flint says quietly. "Boxes and, and cutting boards and stuff that is, just for… Not for anyone else. Um…" a pause. "Video games, and reading. Before here, I. I didn't have much opportunity for, for fun."
Ky twists the cap off his juice bottle. One corner of his mouth twitches upward into a half grin. "Kind of dull," he says, though not unkindly. More teasing. "What do you think about pranks?"
Flint pauses in the middle of a bite of sandwich as Ky says 'pranks', and swallows. "Like, screwdrivers in the, the sock drawer? And ice tray? and type of stuff?" There is a faint and tentative grin in return. Obviously the galliard finds some amusement in these things.
Ky pushes one shoulder up, a casual, non-committal agreement. "Sure. Or, you know, short sheeting someone's bed. Saran wrapping the toilet."
Flint grins. "If. If the moon was real big, or what, I might not be as amused, but I… it can be funny," the galliard agrees. "At the, at the right time."
"I'm… not sure Lex likes it during bigs moons either." Though there's a mischievous look on Ky's face all the same.
Flint shakes his head, understanding. "No, I. She's ahroun, I would think she. She'd like it less than me, during big moons." Nonetheless, for all the seriousness of tone, Flint sticks his tongue out at Ky for a moment.
Ky's face cracks with a grin and his head shakes. "So what else do you want to know?"
Flint drums his fingers on the table in time to absolutely nothing in particular, and tilts his head to the side and then shrugs. "I'm not… exactly sure," he says, shaking his head, though there are obviously still questions there. Just not ones that the Glass Walker can put easy words to.
"Next time we're somewhere safer," Ky starts with a shrug, "we could ask the harder questions."
Flint watches the table in front of him, the empty plate from his sandwich, and nods. "Yeah. That… we're going to be packed together, I should. I can trust you with it, and I would… I'd hope you can trust me. We'll need to, after all. But not— not here." The galliard's mouth sets into a line that's trying to be a smile, but just can't, given the subject matter.
18 May, 2012
The moon is in the waning New (Ragabash) Moon phase (15% full).
Flint sent off a text message to Ky, inviting the other cliath to join him for lunch, and coffee. It seems that the Glass Walker is heeding Alexandra's prompting him that he shouldn't spend 100% of his time in the workshop, at least while the moon is thin. And so he's sitting at one of the backmost tables in the coffee shop where he can see the door easily, most of his attention split between his phone, and his sandwich.
A reply was sent, not right away, and likely the Ragabash had his attention on something else entirely. But he agreed to join the Galliard, and not terribly long after responding, he shows up. Seeming to have become part of him, he carries a journal-like notebook, the cover beginning to show signs of wear, a couple of pencils are tucked into his back pocket. Kyler gives a wave to Flint after a quick scan of the interior of the shop, then heads for the counter to procure something for himself.
Flint waves and grins a bit when Ky enters, a brief smile flashed to the Shadow Lord. A few more moments of tapping at his cell phone, and Flint quickly puts it away in one pocket of his sweatshirt, and picks up his coffee to wait for Ky to come over to join him.
Ky lingers at the counter, half leaning against it while he waits. In short, cash is exchanged for a bottle of some 'all natural' juice and a sandwich. Collecting his goods, he goes to join Flint at his table, book set just next to his elbow and food and drink right in front of him. "What's going on," he asks after settling himself in at the table.
Flint grins, and nods. "Not. Not much, I…" Flint pauses, and takes a deep breath, the nervousness pushed to the side for a moment, words at conversational level that would be difficult for anyone nearby to overhear. "It. Since we're going to be in, in a pack together, I thought maybe. I mean, Lex sees you all the time, I barely, I don't know you that well except that. Alexandra has said good things." One hand is waved, and then Flint shrugs. "So."
Ky starts unwrapping the clingy plastic from around his sandwich while Flint talks, though he doesn't take a bite right off. He picks at the crust, giving a nod to the Galliard's words. "It's a good idea. Since I don't really know you either. But Lex really likes you." He shrugs slightly, glancing up at the other Garou. "I guess… best way is to just ask questions?"
Flint nods. "Yeah. If. If I'm too nosy at any time, just… tell me. But like, where did you grow up? What do you like doing, what do you like reading?" The hesitation turns to just all of the words coming out at once with very little pause for breath, and then Flint looks down at his sandwich, picking it up and taking a bite.
"Broken Prairie," Ky answers with a slow nod, a slight, shaking hesitation as he answers. "In Colorado. It's… it's gone now." His eyes flick toward the book beside his elbow, but he refrains from going into it. "I draw, mostly, and I really like comics, but I read a lot of fantasy and sci-fi. —You?"
Flint nods, and answers the questions in turn. "I. I… we moved a lot. Portland, Los Angeles. San Diego… I lost count. Mostly in California though. Dad was gone—I never knew him—and, and my mom…" Flint grimaces, distaste for the subject evident. "I read kinda everything, but. Fantasy's best. I read a lot, too."
"I never moved," Ky says. "Not until I…" he nearly says 'was', a slight deviation in words and he changes to, "came here." He picks off a piece of crust at eats it, glancing up at Flint again. "What do you do when you're not working? Besides read?"
Flint recognises well enough points not to push on, and his gaze shifts from one side to the other. "Usually I. I work." Even when he's not working. "Or I try and learn stuff, songs and stuff. Or read, or draw out things for, for making in the future. Wood-carving, and such."
"You ever do anything just… for fun," Kyler asks. "Something that's got no other purpose besides enjoyment?"
Flint purses his lips. "Some of the wood-carving's for fun," Flint says quietly. "Boxes and, and cutting boards and stuff that is, just for… Not for anyone else. Um…" a pause. "Video games, and reading. Before here, I. I didn't have much opportunity for, for fun."
Ky twists the cap off his juice bottle. One corner of his mouth twitches upward into a half grin. "Kind of dull," he says, though not unkindly. More teasing. "What do you think about pranks?"
Flint pauses in the middle of a bite of sandwich as Ky says 'pranks', and swallows. "Like, screwdrivers in the, the sock drawer? And ice tray? and type of stuff?" There is a faint and tentative grin in return. Obviously the galliard finds some amusement in these things.
Ky pushes one shoulder up, a casual, non-committal agreement. "Sure. Or, you know, short sheeting someone's bed. Saran wrapping the toilet."
Flint grins. "If. If the moon was real big, or what, I might not be as amused, but I… it can be funny," the galliard agrees. "At the, at the right time."
"I'm… not sure Lex likes it during bigs moons either." Though there's a mischievous look on Ky's face all the same.
Flint shakes his head, understanding. "No, I. She's ahroun, I would think she. She'd like it less than me, during big moons." Nonetheless, for all the seriousness of tone, Flint sticks his tongue out at Ky for a moment.
Ky's face cracks with a grin and his head shakes. "So what else do you want to know?"
Flint drums his fingers on the table in time to absolutely nothing in particular, and tilts his head to the side and then shrugs. "I'm not… exactly sure," he says, shaking his head, though there are obviously still questions there. Just not ones that the Glass Walker can put easy words to.
"Next time we're somewhere safer," Ky starts with a shrug, "we could ask the harder questions."
Flint watches the table in front of him, the empty plate from his sandwich, and nods. "Yeah. That… we're going to be packed together, I should. I can trust you with it, and I would… I'd hope you can trust me. We'll need to, after all. But not— not here." The galliard's mouth sets into a line that's trying to be a smile, but just can't, given the subject matter.