@amiablevivacity “Ah,” and then he’s smiling a toothy smile, fingers tapping against the wooden edge of the bar.
“Well, maybe I’ll drop by next week and see what it’s all about. When are you working?”
@MERRYMAKlNG He’s just messing around. Comus knows that Eli likes him, better than a lot of the gods he’s met anyways. They get along pretty well.
“Uhhhhhhh,” he purses his lips in deep thought, but all he can remember is stuffing his face with pizza. “/Shit/. Why does it matter?”
@amiablevivacity He’s smiling at the suggestion because of course he has, he’s lived here his entire life. But for the sake of this conversation, he shakes his head.
“Nah, I haven’t.”
@amiablevivacity “Everything and anything. I don’t have a stable job, really.”
She’s pretty, and he’d probably take her home with him if he could, but he’s not about to tell her his entire life story. Some things are better kept as secrets.
@amiablevivacity “Ah, I see,” he says, tapping his digits against the bar he’s leaning on. The smile on his face doesn’t falter.
“I finished high school too,” he didn’t; he dropped out a year before he was supposed to finish, “and just got to working.”
@amiablevivacity There’s a slight snicker as he sits back, arms crossing over his chest. He’s trying so hard to look cool.
“What do you do? You go to school here or?”