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[ettersberg]

Who: Thomas Nightingale (ettersberg) & various
What: dinner dates, accidentally stumbling about questers, a month in the life of one (1) thomas nightingale
When: january
Where: olympia
Warning(s): n/a (will warn in subject lines if anything comes up)

[ starters in comments. hit me up via pm or at abiosis if you'd like to do something! ]

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[vorrutyer]

Suspicion, for one.

[ He tucks a hand loosely into his pocket. His posture is relaxed. ]

A cynical, suspicious man keeps his eye on the people around him.

[ettersberg]

So does an observant man.

[vorrutyer]

Does he. And are you an observant man?

[ettersberg]

At times.

[vorrutyer]

And whom do you observe?

[ettersberg]

What. [ nightingale corrects. ] My environment. The world.

[vorrutyer]

Really?

[ His voice is wry as they draw near to the secluded space where they can speak more freely. As if By's tongue isn't already a bit too free. ]

But environment, world - those are so predictable. Dull. They're always out to get you. It's human malice that's a bit more thrillingly ambiguous.

[ettersberg]

I happen to think that my environment includes the individuals in it.

[vorrutyer]

Ah. So tell me about your environment.

[ettersberg]

A great deal of it is currently occupied by you.

[ so this is either a very self-indulgent question, or a very sneaky one. perhaps both, even. ]

[vorrutyer]

You flatter me. It seems as though I'm a bit too lean to really take up that much space. Aren't there others?

[ettersberg]

You have eyes yourself.

[ of course there are others; they're not in a completely abandoned part of the building (yet?) ]

[vorrutyer]

Tell me about them.

[ettersberg]

To what end?

[vorrutyer]

Perhaps I simply want to know more about what your eyes perceive. Perhaps I want to understand your vision.

[ Yeah. Perhaps. ]

[ettersberg]

[ right. ]

Of course. [ nightingale is not, in fact, convinced. ] And I should indulge you, because — ?