HARPER
Oh how to tales have apparently turned. There is definitely a vindictive sort of glee to finding someone more easily flustered than you and teasing them, but Harper wonders when that constantly became him. It's hilariously awful. He almost (almost) misses his terrible crime infested city with its stoic, mirthless citizens who didn't care if he flirted or made awful puns, aware it would never go anywhere.
"Well that's a lot to unpack," he chuckles, laying down fully in the sand and tucking his arms behind his head, eyes falling closed against the dangerous light of the sun overhead. "I've only been here for two, three seasons? Currently I don't really do anything, aside from help out whenever people ask for it. I've been thinking of helping Deimos more with the militia since I used to train students." What's the best way to say 'oh yeah, I'm pretty much a wandering hobo because you guys don't have much of a job economy' without seeming lazy? Hopefully he didn't fail too terribly. "I lived in the Launcelyn Manor for a time, but I'm in the spare room at Phoebe's clinic now to help out." It goes unsaid that it's due to the wake of the boys' deaths.
"I don't think I've met anyone I haven't become friends with, except Jigano," he snorts to himself, amused by the fact that they'd managed to needle each other so effectively when apparently everyone likes the Sage. "I like way too much to list, and I'll try anything once! But my favorite color, now that's a tough one." Brilliant smile turns mischievous. Pondering aloud with a loud hum that drawls on and on as if it's the hardest possible question. "Cliche, but I've gotta say blue. Now, what about you? Time to be unoriginal and steal all your same questions." Cracking an eye open to glance at her with a grin, Harper shamelessly steals her ideas for the sake of getting to know her on equal footing.
"Well that's a lot to unpack," he chuckles, laying down fully in the sand and tucking his arms behind his head, eyes falling closed against the dangerous light of the sun overhead. "I've only been here for two, three seasons? Currently I don't really do anything, aside from help out whenever people ask for it. I've been thinking of helping Deimos more with the militia since I used to train students." What's the best way to say 'oh yeah, I'm pretty much a wandering hobo because you guys don't have much of a job economy' without seeming lazy? Hopefully he didn't fail too terribly. "I lived in the Launcelyn Manor for a time, but I'm in the spare room at Phoebe's clinic now to help out." It goes unsaid that it's due to the wake of the boys' deaths.
"I don't think I've met anyone I haven't become friends with, except Jigano," he snorts to himself, amused by the fact that they'd managed to needle each other so effectively when apparently everyone likes the Sage. "I like way too much to list, and I'll try anything once! But my favorite color, now that's a tough one." Brilliant smile turns mischievous. Pondering aloud with a loud hum that drawls on and on as if it's the hardest possible question. "Cliche, but I've gotta say blue. Now, what about you? Time to be unoriginal and steal all your same questions." Cracking an eye open to glance at her with a grin, Harper shamelessly steals her ideas for the sake of getting to know her on equal footing.
if brokenness is a form of art
I must be a poster child prodigy
I must be a poster child prodigy
