Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2016 14:22:04 GMT -5
ooc - no worries mate!
A gentle breeze pasted through the meadow, ruffling anything in the area gently. With the sun down, the air was cool, sending chills down Mason's spine, though he didn't react more than that. He listened as Cross talked, wiping the... dirt that was in his eye. He breathed in and exhaled audibly to help regain his thoughts. He took another drink of his beer, only halfway done as Cross finished his. "Thanks," he say, barely audible. "For the perspective." Mason took another swig of beer. "I think you're right," he added at the end, though more to himself.
Tired of his thought, Mason turned his gaze back towards Cross. He analyzed him for a moment or two, and a small smile spread of his lips, similar to those who share a ridiculous experience together. He seemed to be looking in the distance similar to how Mason was, and he looked as if he was daydreaming. A movement of a small dancing woman lighting his cigarette seemed off to Mason, but he chose not to question it, simply keeping note of his instead.
"Cross," he begin to speak, being a bit tentative. "What happened to your eye?" He didn't mean to sound so blunt, and the sound of his words surprised even him. He quickly tried to recover. "Sorry, I don't mean to sound rude. I was just... you seemed battle worn... I thought perhaps you'd...." he stopped himself, afraid to say anything worse. He scratched the back of his head, his cheeks flushed a bit.
"Shut up mate!" he thought to himself. He was normally very go around elders, thinking himself more mature than his age. Yet something about being around Cross made him feel very... small, young, and naive. He didn't like the sensation, since it was not one he was used to. Planting his staff on the ground, he leaned on it a bit for support.
A gentle breeze pasted through the meadow, ruffling anything in the area gently. With the sun down, the air was cool, sending chills down Mason's spine, though he didn't react more than that. He listened as Cross talked, wiping the... dirt that was in his eye. He breathed in and exhaled audibly to help regain his thoughts. He took another drink of his beer, only halfway done as Cross finished his. "Thanks," he say, barely audible. "For the perspective." Mason took another swig of beer. "I think you're right," he added at the end, though more to himself.
Tired of his thought, Mason turned his gaze back towards Cross. He analyzed him for a moment or two, and a small smile spread of his lips, similar to those who share a ridiculous experience together. He seemed to be looking in the distance similar to how Mason was, and he looked as if he was daydreaming. A movement of a small dancing woman lighting his cigarette seemed off to Mason, but he chose not to question it, simply keeping note of his instead.
"Cross," he begin to speak, being a bit tentative. "What happened to your eye?" He didn't mean to sound so blunt, and the sound of his words surprised even him. He quickly tried to recover. "Sorry, I don't mean to sound rude. I was just... you seemed battle worn... I thought perhaps you'd...." he stopped himself, afraid to say anything worse. He scratched the back of his head, his cheeks flushed a bit.
"Shut up mate!" he thought to himself. He was normally very go around elders, thinking himself more mature than his age. Yet something about being around Cross made him feel very... small, young, and naive. He didn't like the sensation, since it was not one he was used to. Planting his staff on the ground, he leaned on it a bit for support.