[ 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 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.