08-07-2014, 10:33 PM
Pyotr nodded understandingly as Alex answered a message on her Wallet. She apologized for the interruption as she answered Pyotr's question.
"That sounds like an interesting career. I'm sure it doesn't get boring often anyways."
Pyotr had noticed that Jensen had neglected to answer his question, but wasn't bothered by it. If he didn't want to talk, Pyotr would push the issue.
Alex's net question was directed at Jensen, and Pyotr was interested as well. "Yes, I was curious about that as well and was going to ask before Alex intervened."
Pyotr chuckled.
Before Jensen could answer, the waitress returned bringing out coffee and tea. Pytor accepted his cup of coffee and as Jensen began to answer, his hand knocked his cup over, spilling it on the floor. Thankfully, not much of it had spilled in his lap, but being embarrassed, he felt his Luck returning to him. As the cup rolled off the table, Pyotr moved and caught it before hitting the ground.
Pyotr returned the cup to the table and started grabbing some napkins as the waitress came back to help clean up the mess. Pyotr sighed as the mess finished getting cleaned up. "Sorry about that. Please excuse me for a minute."
Excused from the table, Pytor headed to the bathroom to finish cleaning up. He prepared himself to feel sick later that night.
"That sounds like an interesting career. I'm sure it doesn't get boring often anyways."
Pyotr had noticed that Jensen had neglected to answer his question, but wasn't bothered by it. If he didn't want to talk, Pyotr would push the issue.
Alex's net question was directed at Jensen, and Pyotr was interested as well. "Yes, I was curious about that as well and was going to ask before Alex intervened."
Pyotr chuckled.
Before Jensen could answer, the waitress returned bringing out coffee and tea. Pytor accepted his cup of coffee and as Jensen began to answer, his hand knocked his cup over, spilling it on the floor. Thankfully, not much of it had spilled in his lap, but being embarrassed, he felt his Luck returning to him. As the cup rolled off the table, Pyotr moved and caught it before hitting the ground.
Pyotr returned the cup to the table and started grabbing some napkins as the waitress came back to help clean up the mess. Pyotr sighed as the mess finished getting cleaned up. "Sorry about that. Please excuse me for a minute."
Excused from the table, Pytor headed to the bathroom to finish cleaning up. He prepared himself to feel sick later that night.