10-11-2014, 05:27 PM
He seemed disinterested as her phone rang and she answered. Quietly working on the next wobbly chair, he was of course listening closely to the conversation she had; he could just barely make out what the unknown male voice was saying, especially as the pair grew more excited over their apparently shared history.
Another amnesia person, who had her number? An amnesia-ridden Atharim, receiving a call from another amnesia-ridden man? Just what the hell was going on with this girl? He set the chair down as she hung up, standing and brushing his hands off as she started scrambling to pack her things, then fixed her with an annoyed stare. Women made no sense.
"You're worried that you gave your address to a stranger, over the phone, who was in the same plane crash as you. You remember that I'm a total fucking stranger who you just cooked a meal for, and is fixing your chairs, right? So what the hell is the issue, kid? Sit the hell down, eat your damn supper, and let's see what this guy wants."
He didn't bother paying any further attention to her, and set the fixed chair in front of the plate she had set for him.
"Unless your amnesiac mystery boy rolls in with a pack of goons at his back, I assure you, you've got nothing to worry about. So either you pack your shit and run, avoiding a chance to learn something about yourself, or you sit the hell down and eat."
He pulled his archaic cellphone, and sent a text to one of his Atharim contacts, with a discreetly taken photo of Aurora.
Another amnesia person, who had her number? An amnesia-ridden Atharim, receiving a call from another amnesia-ridden man? Just what the hell was going on with this girl? He set the chair down as she hung up, standing and brushing his hands off as she started scrambling to pack her things, then fixed her with an annoyed stare. Women made no sense.
"You're worried that you gave your address to a stranger, over the phone, who was in the same plane crash as you. You remember that I'm a total fucking stranger who you just cooked a meal for, and is fixing your chairs, right? So what the hell is the issue, kid? Sit the hell down, eat your damn supper, and let's see what this guy wants."
He didn't bother paying any further attention to her, and set the fixed chair in front of the plate she had set for him.
"Unless your amnesiac mystery boy rolls in with a pack of goons at his back, I assure you, you've got nothing to worry about. So either you pack your shit and run, avoiding a chance to learn something about yourself, or you sit the hell down and eat."
He pulled his archaic cellphone, and sent a text to one of his Atharim contacts, with a discreetly taken photo of Aurora.