-the Mime looks down at the ten gil-
-confused-
-what kind of money is this-
-it isn't euros what is this plebeian using-
-he slinks away from the window, sneaking around to try and get into the kitchen-
-using his own walls as cover for his sneaky espionage-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-Stares at her briefly-
-Then says something in-
-What the fuck sort of language was that-
-It sounds like someone chopped up the language and rearranged how its words work, but the sounds are familiar-
-He might be asking where she was from though-
-It was twenty gil since there were two of them-
edited 22nd Mar '16 10:04:18 PM by WonderSquid
I don't think I know what you mean, but thanks.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-its' still a currency he doesn't recognize as part of his extreme French pretense and glorious support of the Euro-
-and he's-
-literally standing in the kitchen now-
-as if his back is up against the wall... only he's leaning against a wall that isn't there, with his back to them-
-peeking around sneakily-
-planning-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post...Oh, and why is that, hm? Do you hail from some sort of utopia?
...I mean. You do sound vaguely Scandinavian... Are you just some hippy-dippy Swedish girl?
…
(Has his own moment's silence.)
...You may ask yourself, "Why would someone pal around with a clearly dangerous person like that?" Heh, well... I'm afraid there isn't really a satisfactory answer to that. It happened, and then it ceased to happen. I enjoyed his company, but as I said... it was probably inevitable.
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019...Well, same difference, you're clearly some sort of Northwestern European who has it in her head that just because her country is financially stable, secular, has government-subsidized healthcare and does not have the scourge of the Sicilian Mafia clinging to its supple, pale flesh like a bloated tick, that everything is hunky-dory and humanity is essentially good, at its core.
Well, sister, in my neck of the woods, Northwestern Europe is still reeling from Fury attacks that happened eight years ago, so... Rather evens the playing field, doesn't it?
(the nationalism is strong with this one)
…
(Nods slightly.)
...Yes. It's like having a snowman, in a way. You know they won't last, so you have to relish every moment of their being... Heh, and take lots of stupid pictures of them, of course.
edited 22nd Mar '16 10:24:38 PM by MobileLeprechaun
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019I'm not European, actually.
The place where I grew up wasn't perfect. The government took care of everything for its citizens, but that doesn't mean it was always great about it. The state was top-heavy and slow, and in exchange for everything it gave you, you were expected to give it the full measure of your devotion. That meant never contradicting it, always working with it, and giving back to it generously.
It wasn't hard to do all that. What you did for the state was proportional to how much you could offer. We had everything we wanted, really, but you didn't have much freedom beyond that. The state was very firm about all of that. The rest of the world hated us, too. We were richer, stronger, and more populous than everyone else, and we grew strong by sucking them dry. The state made itself strong off of the misfortune of everyone else in the world. But most people didn't know that. They were comfortable, happy. Blissfully ignorant. They didn't care.
So no. Just because I have a nice opinion of humanity doesn't mean I come from some wondrous utopia where nothing went wrong. We had our problems. So does every other place. It'd do you some good not to make so many assumptions about people you don't know very well.
-Gracia attempts to take a similar swig, then coughs and splutters-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?...Of course. The past cannot be helped... Heh, and more often than not, the future cannot be helped, either. But you try, and that you try is apparently good and noble or something, and is its own just reward somehow.
…
...Sometimes it is hard to know the genuineness of your trying, though, and this is troubling.
…
(Looks at her like she just told her "hey, you're not crippled anymore, drop your crutches", just heavily baffled.)
...Dio bestia. Then you're just... some kind of unflappable optimist? Where in the world even was this?
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019

-Ghghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-
-Rummages through his pocket and fishes out a couple ten gil coins-
-Heads over to the window and opens it, pressing them into his hand-
-Heads right back over to the table again-