[ He's--flighty isn't the right word, but he's something, something so unlike his past love that Felix has to remind himself that while they share a face--a name even--there's something else. He's his own person.
Funny. Felix hasn't thought about that before, too wrapped up in actually finding him. It's enough that he looks a tad thoughtful when he glances over at the dog. Why does Remus have a dog? It's fitting, but that's something else that strikes him as weird. He needs to ask he's thought this before, but his mind is in such a tizzy he's having difficulty focusing. ]
Oh, you know how it is. some people have a knack for it, and some people have a knack for spotting it. [ How far along are you? He's all elbows on tables now, leaning forward. Enough about him, Remus, he's dreadfully boring--more about you. ]
[Well, he's certainly not entitled to a stranger's life story. If Felix doesn't want to share the real reasons, he won't push.
He certainly seems interested in Remus' work, though, which is weirdly flattering. He hasn't even read any of it yet.]
And you're the latter, then?
[He smiles, idly flipping through his notebook.]
Perhaps I'll consult you for some proofreading. [He's only partially teasing.] That is, if you're not headed out of the country soon.
[Probably not local, with that accent. And alright, maybe he's fishing for some more information. No use getting his hopes up on someone who will be leaving the country in a couple weeks.]
[ Felix's smile is back, bouncing easily with the ebb and flow of the conversation they've just started. This is where he feels at home, wrapped up in warm words about art. ]
Proofreading-- [ he hisses through his teeth, shaking his head. ] Not my strong suit, either. I can read it with that in mind, though. If you trust a stranger.
[ They're not strangers, though, not really. Felix tips his chair back so it balances on two legs, realize he hasn't actually answered the other's unasked question, and circles back. ]
I'm here for a good long while--not a tourist, if that's what you mean. Worried I'll run off with your ideas?
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Funny. Felix hasn't thought about that before, too wrapped up in actually finding him. It's enough that he looks a tad thoughtful when he glances over at the dog. Why does Remus have a dog? It's fitting, but that's something else that strikes him as weird. He needs to ask he's thought this before, but his mind is in such a tizzy he's having difficulty focusing. ]
Oh, you know how it is. some people have a knack for it, and some people have a knack for spotting it. [ How far along are you? He's all elbows on tables now, leaning forward. Enough about him, Remus, he's dreadfully boring--more about you. ]
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He certainly seems interested in Remus' work, though, which is weirdly flattering. He hasn't even read any of it yet.]
And you're the latter, then?
[He smiles, idly flipping through his notebook.]
Perhaps I'll consult you for some proofreading. [He's only partially teasing.] That is, if you're not headed out of the country soon.
[Probably not local, with that accent. And alright, maybe he's fishing for some more information. No use getting his hopes up on someone who will be leaving the country in a couple weeks.]
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Proofreading-- [ he hisses through his teeth, shaking his head. ] Not my strong suit, either. I can read it with that in mind, though. If you trust a stranger.
[ They're not strangers, though, not really. Felix tips his chair back so it balances on two legs, realize he hasn't actually answered the other's unasked question, and circles back. ]
I'm here for a good long while--not a tourist, if that's what you mean. Worried I'll run off with your ideas?