[Jonathan stares at the other man as he trails off and it may be clear by the mildly bemused expression that he really hasn't the faintest idea what Stefano is hinting at.]
It is a scar, sir. Such things lend character and their own manner of beauty to the form. No two are alike and they paint a picture of what came before, what forces shaped a man. I find such things fascinating. But I am also a surgeon and can see what was in my mind's eye. Perhaps that lends a different perspective. Did you need some assistance with someone giving you trouble for it?
[He uncaps the bottle and shakes out a pair of aspirin, offering them to Stefano before going to fetch a glass of water for him.]
[ Stefano, to his credit, doesn't click his tongue at the answer. He feels anger rising in the back of his neck, making the skin feel warm. Letting out a small sigh, he has to admit that he's created this image of himself. Of course, he would think I was lamenting my sad fate.
He graciously -- or at least acts gracious enough -- takes the aspirin from him. They all sound the same, don't they? They all sound so kind and seem to understand the real beauty of his state. But they are blind. All of them! Sanctimonious manipulators. And he can't help but take the offered medication a little too forcefully and hints at his poor mood. ]
No, it's nothing like that. [ He stumbles as he realizes his misstep. ] It's more ... in relation to the quota, sir. I would like your help in ... that. [ And he holds his breath as he stops himself from overexplaining himself. A lie is only as good as the details, yes, but one shouldn't flood a person with details if they are not asking. ]
[His eloquence flees and he glances away, blinking rapidly. He's met this man in-person not fifteen minutes ago. Are they really meant to just get on with something like that? Had he presented himself as the sort of fellow who would?]
I, erm... Ah...
[Words. Words and water. Jonathan turns on the tap and fills the glass for something to fill the silence.]
It-it is not my habit to offer such... services, but if there is truly no other, I could, um... I have tools.
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Date: 2018-11-30 06:57 am (UTC)From:It is a scar, sir. Such things lend character and their own manner of beauty to the form. No two are alike and they paint a picture of what came before, what forces shaped a man. I find such things fascinating. But I am also a surgeon and can see what was in my mind's eye. Perhaps that lends a different perspective. Did you need some assistance with someone giving you trouble for it?
[He uncaps the bottle and shakes out a pair of aspirin, offering them to Stefano before going to fetch a glass of water for him.]
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Date: 2018-11-30 07:13 am (UTC)From:He graciously -- or at least acts gracious enough -- takes the aspirin from him. They all sound the same, don't they? They all sound so kind and seem to understand the real beauty of his state. But they are blind. All of them! Sanctimonious manipulators. And he can't help but take the offered medication a little too forcefully and hints at his poor mood. ]
No, it's nothing like that. [ He stumbles as he realizes his misstep. ] It's more ... in relation to the quota, sir. I would like your help in ... that. [ And he holds his breath as he stops himself from overexplaining himself. A lie is only as good as the details, yes, but one shouldn't flood a person with details if they are not asking. ]
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Date: 2018-11-30 02:51 pm (UTC)From:Ah. Um...
[His eloquence flees and he glances away, blinking rapidly. He's met this man in-person not fifteen minutes ago. Are they really meant to just get on with something like that? Had he presented himself as the sort of fellow who would?]
I, erm... Ah...
[Words. Words and water. Jonathan turns on the tap and fills the glass for something to fill the silence.]
It-it is not my habit to offer such... services, but if there is truly no other, I could, um... I have tools.