The problem with the world is that everyone is a few drinks behind
Weaver takes another drag from the cigarette as he talks, blowing the smoke into the glass in her other hand. Why the heck not? She takes a sip of the alcohol after, getting a little of the smoke mixed with it. This method obviously would only do so much, but it happens to be in her hands, so why not play around?
Her movements are half habit though as her mind follows along with the story Sunjata tells. He paints a fuller picture of the pieces she’d collected in their few other meetings, and she finds herself glad to call Halo home. What a thought, to prefer a Tundra out to kill you. Yet there was something vastly better about that than a world that told their children to kill one another. She cannot get over the waste of it, the barbarity. It speaks of a place that doesn’t care, that has more than they know what to do with and therefore doesn’t value any of it. Perhaps that is wrong, but still, that is the impression such actions paint.
Weaver can’t help but laugh as he says what any reasonable man would do. ”Of course you would,” she says with a playful grin, tipping her glass in his direction slightly. ”So what happened?” Because that couldn’t be the end of the story. No, that was just the beginning. Didn’t all the best stories start that way? With a boy doing something stupid just to see a girl smile?
Her movements are half habit though as her mind follows along with the story Sunjata tells. He paints a fuller picture of the pieces she’d collected in their few other meetings, and she finds herself glad to call Halo home. What a thought, to prefer a Tundra out to kill you. Yet there was something vastly better about that than a world that told their children to kill one another. She cannot get over the waste of it, the barbarity. It speaks of a place that doesn’t care, that has more than they know what to do with and therefore doesn’t value any of it. Perhaps that is wrong, but still, that is the impression such actions paint.
Weaver can’t help but laugh as he says what any reasonable man would do. ”Of course you would,” she says with a playful grin, tipping her glass in his direction slightly. ”So what happened?” Because that couldn’t be the end of the story. No, that was just the beginning. Didn’t all the best stories start that way? With a boy doing something stupid just to see a girl smile?
Weaver
