20.Apr.12, 05:31 AM
Tal listened quietly, but not without writhing in a little in discomfort. He didn't know the stated purpose of a trip, but he couldn't imagine baggage was welcome. They were well on their way, though!
"I don't want to talk about my family," he said glumly. He pouted sourly for a second ans puzzled over the situation, trying to think of something nice to say...something relevant, worth B'jin's time, and that didn't lead to drama.
That narrowed the list down an awful lot. Tal's pout twisted into a thoughtful yet troubled expression as he considered his options. No work, no family...and he needed to cross his friends off the list as well, since that was something of a taboo topic for Talian at the moment.
An anecdote, perhaps?
"When I was a kid," he began, his tone mild and even, "I remember walking into a class and having the harper ask us a math problem...6 + 7 x 8. This boy who used to always make fun of me said 104..." he said, eyes widening and face overcome by a very pointed expression as he recalled the incident. "He looked proud of himself because he'd raised his hand and answered before me...but he was wrong, and the harper didn't correct him. So I had to wave my hand around until he called on me. You see, the correct answer was 62 because the other boy didn't factor in the order of operations..."
He paused, suddenly realizing that he was babbling. He frowned.
"I'm...not sure why I remember that," he confessed sheepishly.
"I don't want to talk about my family," he said glumly. He pouted sourly for a second ans puzzled over the situation, trying to think of something nice to say...something relevant, worth B'jin's time, and that didn't lead to drama.
That narrowed the list down an awful lot. Tal's pout twisted into a thoughtful yet troubled expression as he considered his options. No work, no family...and he needed to cross his friends off the list as well, since that was something of a taboo topic for Talian at the moment.
An anecdote, perhaps?
"When I was a kid," he began, his tone mild and even, "I remember walking into a class and having the harper ask us a math problem...6 + 7 x 8. This boy who used to always make fun of me said 104..." he said, eyes widening and face overcome by a very pointed expression as he recalled the incident. "He looked proud of himself because he'd raised his hand and answered before me...but he was wrong, and the harper didn't correct him. So I had to wave my hand around until he called on me. You see, the correct answer was 62 because the other boy didn't factor in the order of operations..."
He paused, suddenly realizing that he was babbling. He frowned.
"I'm...not sure why I remember that," he confessed sheepishly.