[Roman for a moment just stares at the gypsy boy. They're both in casual clothes but any trained eye can see that the taller, pale young man's garments are artfully distressed. The other is road worn and generally worn as clothes tend to. Two odd pieces.
He clicks his tongue in displeasure and for a moment hollows out his cheeks as though talk like this is a pain to endure. A pain? No he tells himself. An annoyance.
Letha has been nothing but kind to these too assholes.]
Let me tell you what I want. I want to sit and eat. And I want you to be good company.
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Date: 2014-07-22 07:03 pm (UTC)He clicks his tongue in displeasure and for a moment hollows out his cheeks as though talk like this is a pain to endure. A pain? No he tells himself. An annoyance.
Letha has been nothing but kind to these too assholes.]
Let me tell you what I want. I want to sit and eat. And I want you to be good company.