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| Semislay | Jun 10 2010, 12:26 AM Post #31 |
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"No no, not the cool kind of nerds. The nerd nerds."
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[dohtml] <table align=center cellpadding=15 cellspacing=0 bgcolor="03102d" style="border:1px solid #800000; width: 502px; height: 469px;"> <td background="http://i44.tinypic.com/2vc7wr7.png" width="468" style="height: 401px"> </td> <tr> <td> <font color=FFFFFF face="Times New Roman" size=3> [align=center] Spring 1st, Year 08<br> Around 12:00 am<br> Tag: Peter[/align]<br><br> "Ah yes, hello there!" <br><br> Whew. He's friendly. Cool. Don't feel awkward then. He thought with an inward laugh. At least the first person he talked to tonight was friendly. Perhaps tonight he would make new friends after all. And it seemed like Peter was a friendly sort. He was sure they'd get along just fine. Heck Virgil got along with most people anyway. Life was about meeting people, making friendships. Sad was the life of one without that. After all everyone needed a friend, someone to be there and watch your back. And mostly since his arrival on the island Virgil had met some interesting people. Madam Montague, The LaRues, Skylar, Breanna, Holly B. Ah yes he had met some very interesting people so far. And now he'd talk and chat with this man. So far the man seemed like a good guy. And as Virgil knew his first instinct was often right. <br><br> "Why, thank you Virgil...I'm afraid I need a spot more punch." <br><br> Virgil laughed, a wholeheartedly one at that. His gloved hand shook the man's hand as he nodded to him. "Nice to meet you Peter. And well I do hope you don't die. It wouldn't look good for me if you just dropped while I was standing nearby huh?" He laughed once again, hoping the man took the joke. Something about Peter told him that he would catch it, that Peter had a sense of humor. And he hoped for it at least. Don't want to ruin this possible friendship with an offensive joke. He warned himself, nodding to assure himself it'd be okay. Sometimes he did worry about making the right impression on people. Sometimes anyway. He usually didn't worry about too much. He carried himself with such a noble aura it seemed beneath him anyway. Though he wasn't stuck up however. Weird mix of a personality. <br><br> "Care to join me? No, in fact, I won't take no for an answer. It'll be too awkward if I eat while you sit there having nothing at all, don't you think?" <br><br> He just chuckled and shook his head with an amused smile to Peter. "Well I don't have much of a choice now do I? You gave me my own opinion!" He said, his tone one of happiness. He was glad after all he came to this festival. He would have to make sure to come to more as time passed. Back home in Germany he had gone to quite a few parties, mostly with rich people and his dad insisted him and.... Not tonight. Can't let it get me down. Weird timing with those memories. But the past loved to sneak up on his like so. Still he needed to push them away for now. <br><br> His thoughts scrambled for now as he thought of her, sighing. Rubbing his eyes he followed Peter, stopping by him. Once Peter had served himself a glass of punch he soon did the same, drinking it down. It wasn't alcohol but it worked for now. He shouldn't rely on alcohol so much but it was his wonder drink. Not that was rare among people. Just a quick drink of alcohol usually kept those depressing memories of the past away. Caged them off in some dark corner in his brain. <br><br> "So, Virgil, tell me about yourself. You new to the island? I haven't seen you around the island, but I guess that's really not much of a surprise." <br><br> He chuckled softly, not put off by the man's talkative nature. Heck he was the same way at times. "Oh I've been here about a season," He informed the man, smiling. A season. Wow. It didn't feel like that though. Why did time have to fly by so easily? Snapping out of it he returned his attention to Peter to make sure he didn't feel ignored. "I'm from Germany. I came here to begin making my own life. So far so good in my opinion. What of you Peter? How long have you lived here?" The man replied, curiousity peaked. Peter seemed like an interesting sort of lad anyway. "You're a farmer I bet? Your hands are evident of it." He spoke, smiling softly. "I'm not trying to come off as weird. I just note certain things. Forgive me if I come off as strange." He spoke with an amused laugh, taking another glass of punch before holding it up in the air. <br><br> "Cheers to the New Year!" </td> </font> </tr> <tr> </tr> </table> </div> [/doHTML] |
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| Alma | Jun 10 2010, 08:19 PM Post #32 |
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[align=right]![]() Peter Lyfield Outfit: White t-shirt, dusty blue jeans, and black tennis shoes. Mood: Friendly. TAG: Virgil.[/align] At Virgil's comment about how it would be terrible if Peter died right in front of him, Peter tossed back his head with a hearty laugh. "Oh, no doubt about that. Besides, my sis would kill you!" Wow, wouldn't that be a comical sight? His short little sister, still trying to regain the curves she'd lost over a year ago in her illness, trying to run after his much taller man and shaking Peter's hoe at him. At the same time, he didn't doubt that Freya might try it. As pure of heart as she was, she had yet to be hit with any true real tragedy. While he hoped she never would have to be, he also couldn't help but wonder how she would change in the face of it. "And if she couldn't do it, my cousin would instead." Ah, Jane was a much easier character to fit into that scenario. The spirited young woman would waste no time in tackling him to the ground and attempting to punch him, though she'd probably fail epically. He still remembered the bruises she'd given him over the years when he did something particularly stupid and she was the only one around to see that he didn't do it again. He imagined it was from what she'd read about training dogs or something, about rewarding them when they did something right and punishing them when they did something wrong. She would never hit an animal, of course, but Peter was several inches taller than her and thus could easily take care of himself when a tiny stick of a girl was trying to injure him. ...what had he been thinking about or doing again? Curse this absent-mindedness. With punch in hand and Virgil more willing to talk about himself, apparently, Peter waited for Virgil to take another glass of punch before he began leading them back toward the table where his food remained. A toast, however, was not something he could miss. "To the New Year, to life, to health, and to prosperity. Cheers." He clinked his glass against Virgil's with a grin before taking the quickest route through groups of people to the table. It was then that he remembered that Virgil had said a number of things and he should probably respond to them. After only another second, his mind shoved them to the forefront of his mind again, and he grinned wider. "I'm a farmer, yep, and I've been here for almost two years now!" As he settled into his chair, he stopped to consider his response. "Well...no, not really, I suppose. More like a year and a half, I suppose." He swirled his punch around in the cup as if it was wine, much as he'd seen happen at the bar before, and found himself running off at the mouth almost immediately afterward. "You see, my sister and I came here in the Summer of 06, right before that blasted earthquake came and split the entire island in two, yeah? Got a nice little farm for real cheap, since it was already so worn down, and set to making it better." He shrugged as he took a quick drink, still cooling off a bit from the work he'd put in earlier cutting down the last of the winter pea stalks and what not. "But my sister, Freya, she's real fragile and always has been. She got sick one day in the Winter, and...well, it was entirely my fault. Almost died, really. I got her home on the mainland just in time for the doctor to come and prescribe what she needed to survive." He was silent for a moment as he considered it, being attacked with swirling memories of his own. "We stayed back home until the next Summer, 07, for her to recover fully, and we've been back here ever since. She's fine now, of course, but I still worry. Buuuut I guess that's what brothers do." On his last sentence his voice leaped up to its usual timbre, abandoning the soft and thoughtful tone it had taken on while he reminisced. Oh, man, that'd probably been really annoying of him to just go on and on and on like that, hadn't it? "I'm, uh, sorry for being such a chatterbox. You didn't really need to hear all that stuff, I guess." With another smile, this one extremely sheepish as he rubbed the back of his neck, he tilted his head slightly to the side. "Seems to me I've talked for long enough, Virgil. What brought you to Obsidian, of all places, from Germany? Surely there's even better places to make a life, you know?" He settled back in his chair a bit after he grabbed a roll and took a hefty bite out of it. Mmm, carbohydrates... |
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| Semislay | Jun 11 2010, 05:26 AM Post #33 |
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"No no, not the cool kind of nerds. The nerd nerds."
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| Gale | Jun 11 2010, 11:31 AM Post #34 |
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Full Power~
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| Alison Summers ♪ | Jun 12 2010, 08:55 PM Post #35 |
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All Hail the Crimson King
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TAG Kyosuke, Julie, Tenjukai & open "Trust me, Alison, once I've had too many, you'll know," Alison laughed at this response and smiled at Kyo. "Is that so? I guess I'll have to be on the lookout in the future." She wasn't really sure what to expect if she ever got the pleasure of meeting an inebriated Kyo but something told her that she would be in for a wild ride if she did. Despite her previous comments though it was rather obvious that the man behind the bar was in full control of his senses unlike many of the people in the crowd who were participating in the drinking contest. "Well since you are so 'trustworthy' being the only sober person in the room perhaps you can explain what all this drinking contest business is about. Is there a prize?" She said as she finished up here second drink and placed her glass down on the counter. If she was going to participate, and it was looking more likely that she was, she at least wanted to know what she was playing for. She smiled and thanked Kyo as her glass was refilled. So much for not taking part in the drinking competition. She certainly hadn't meant to get involved but there was no going back now. Besides she hadn't had this much fun in a while. 'Well it is New Years after all. I might as well enjoy myself.' She thought as she picked up her newly filled glass to take another sip. |
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| Alma | Jun 14 2010, 08:47 PM Post #36 |
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That's the machine that goes 'PING!'
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[align=right]![]() Peter Lyfield Outfit: White t-shirt, dusty blue jeans, and black tennis shoes. Mood: Happy. TAG: Virgil.[/align] Peter kicked back a little farther in his chair, enjoying the fluffy and warm roll that he was currently devouring. Who thought he'd meet a new chap within seconds of walking into the mansion? He certainly seemed like a friendly sort, and Peter began entertaining the notion of perhaps inviting him down to the bar, where a gathering of men met every month generally to get away from the various womenfolk in their lives. He'd met many a kind man there, each of them generally upstanding enough, even when they tried to con Peter into going and introducing himself to various ladies around them. Hmph. Silly people. Peter shook his head a bit as he finished off the roll, looking up at Virgil. Something was wrong. Peter furrowed his brow, leaning forward from his chair to plant his elbows on either side of his plate and to stare at Virgil. Something was definitely wrong. But what? What had he said? Peter tilted his head to the side, rapidly trying to search his mind for the faux paux he might have committed, but could find nothing that automatically jumped out at him. It had to have been something he said. Either that, or something the man ate, Peter supposed, but he had yet to see the man eat a single thing since he was here. Not heartburn, then. How peculiar. But before Peter could ask Virgil if he was all right, he moved on very quickly to the next subject of conversation, though Peter supposed he could understand why. Absently he made a note in the back of his mind relating to Virgil. There seemed to be two kinds of men on this planet: those who welcomed pain and those who pushed it away. Virgil was undoubtedly the latter. My, aren't my thoughts growing solemn? Peter thought suddenly, bringing himself back to the present instead of trying to figure out Virgil's past. That was Freya's territory, not his own, given that she had always been the more observant, the more emotional, the more loving and welcoming. People generally seemed to open up to her without hesitation whereas Peter lost his concentration only a few minutes into the actual conversation. Speaking of, he should probably be focusing on the fact that Virgil's mouth was moving and sounds were coming out. Wiping away what concern might blind him from having a proper conversation with this man, Peter grinned widely and sat back in his chair yet again, this time with his glass of punch in his hand. "Oh, why, thank you kindly, Virgil. Does me good to hear that other people might think I'm a fine brother...though then again you've never really seen us interact, so I might need to take that compliment with a grain of salt." He chuckled and shook his head, taking a quick drink to keep him alert even as his body was growing absolutely exhausted. In only around seven hours he needed to be up, preparing the field for seeds and planting them. Hopefully Alex would be able to handle all of the chores with the animals just fine, since Peter doubted he'd have time to assist him. He didn't think Jane had to work, though, so he supposed that she might give him a hand as well, if he'd allow it. Hmph, silly headstrong boy. Oh, wow, speak of the devil, the farming business was the next thing that Virgil inquired about. Peter grinned broadly, lacing his fingers behind his neck as he did so. "Nothing like it, man. There can't be anything better than making a living out of using your own hands. It's incredible." He lifted one of his shoulders in a sort of half-shrug. "'Course, you must know what I mean, being a musician and all. Do you sing, or do you play?" When Virgil chimed in about the welcome nature of Obsidian, Peter was nodding in hearty agreement far before he was anywhere near finishing his sentence. "Oh, you're totally right. I honestly can't even think of moving back home after I've been somewhere like this." He chuckled and shoved his bangs away from his eyes again, tilting his head to the side. "Obsidian's definitely way different from back home. I'm honestly still not sure of what I think about a lot of it." |
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| Semislay | Jun 15 2010, 04:13 AM Post #37 |
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"No no, not the cool kind of nerds. The nerd nerds."
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| Alma | Jun 21 2010, 04:12 PM Post #38 |
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[align=right]![]() Peter Lyfield Outfit: White t-shirt, dusty blue jeans, and black tennis shoes. Mood: Happy. TAG: Virgil.[/align] As soon as Peter thought that he saw something strange and miserable in what he could see of Virgil's face, given the way that the man ducked his head and uttered a very soft murmur that Peter couldn't even really pick up, he was back to being bright and smiley again. Strange, that. He reminded Peter vaguely of Jane, who was a bit of a chameleon when it came to her emotions and nearly always ready to wear a bright smile, if only to keep others from worrying about her. He couldn't help but wonder if Virgil was perhaps the same way. As it was, Peter wasn't the perceptive one of the Lyfields. He could look at people and attempt to analyze them for one thing or another, but he was more than likely to come up empty, whereas Freya would be able to delve deeper into the matter and pull out something that he had no idea even existed. It'd probably be better just to let the matter drop, Peter decided as he took a bite of a pastry he'd taken. Mmm, more carbs... Virgil's point was rather pointly made, and Peter swallowed his food before he nodded enthusiastically with a grin. "You're totally right!" He plonked the pastry back down on the nearly empty plate now, leaning forward a bit as well. "There are so many connections between farmers and musicians that you just can't really even get until you've been in close contact with both, you know?" he chirruped, tilting his head slightly to the side. "Like...my cousin Jane plays viola, right? Up until she came to live with us this year, I would have looked you in the eye and told you that you were crazy if you thought there were any similarities between farmers and musicians, but dang, she's proved me wrong." With a little flick of his hand, his hair was nudged away from his face yet again, and Peter sat back a little in his chair once more if only because his pastry was simply calling his name and begging to be eaten. "She's been practicing that thing day and night ever since she heard of that Beauty Queen competition coming up and got it in her head to enter." Peter chuckled and shook his head a bit, picking up the pastry again. His silly cousin. While he was sure that she'd positively blow the audience and the judges away with her cuteness and charm, he still couldn't believe she'd put herself on such display out there. "She's been getting up even earlier than me to practice her piece even before she goes to her school. I hope she's not slacking off. It's her last year and all." He was doing that rambly thing again, wasn't he? Peter took a moment to bite into and thoughtfully chew his pastry, looking away as he did so. He really did need to get a hold of that. Perhaps he'd pull Freya aside and have her teach him the ways of being quiet and letting others have a turn as well. To be fair, however, Freya barely spoke at all when she was in her shyest conditions. Perhaps they both had something to teach one another. After he swallowed his bite, he grinned at Virgil. "Sorry again. I'll learn to shut myself up one day, I promise." Alas, this day was not to be that day, as Virgil inquired after his home and upbringing. A bother? An invasion of privacy? Not at all. As far as Peter was concerned, he had nothing to hide. He finished off his pastry before sighing in contentment and leaning back in his chair again, getting comfortable for what could be a long dialogue. "Well, I was raised in a small village in the south of the mainland, one you've probably never heard of." He shrugged. He'd long ago stopped giving the name of the village to people, if only because they always seemed to have no idea what he was talking about. "It's a very...conservative place, I guess. Very in touch with the old ways, you know? A boy is raised to be a man, learning anything he'll need to support his family financially and to protect them. A girl is raised to be a proper housewife to take care of her husband and any children that they choose to have." A quick drink moistened his throat, which was growing a little scratchy with the slow tiredness that was creeping over him. He more than likely shouldn't stay much longer, really. "When a guy chooses to court a lucky girl of his choosing, she generally can't refuse. It's one of the highest compliments that can be paid to a girl, that a man wants to spend the rest of his life loving her and taking care of her. The boy asks her father for permission to court her first, and once the father agrees, they court, they marry, and they begin their lives together." Peter glanced around the estate, gesturing widely with one hand as he did so. "Things are...much different around here. Women have jobs. Guys just ask girls on dates willy-nilly, sometimes never intending to see them through to something else. Those same guys run around and don't care about actually becoming a true man. They only care about kissing as many girls as they can." He shook his head lightly, picking lightly at his sleeve out of habit. "If a guy ever wants to court Freya or Jane, they'd better come ask me first, or I'll knock their lights out, I tell you. Just because some boys down here don't know how to respect a lady doesn't mean that I'll just sit back and let them tear Freya or Jane's reputation back home to shreds." |
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| Semislay | Jun 22 2010, 05:12 AM Post #39 |
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"No no, not the cool kind of nerds. The nerd nerds."
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[dohtml] <table align=center cellpadding=15 cellspacing=0 bgcolor="03102d" style="border:1px solid #800000; width: 502px; height: 469px;"> <td background="http://i44.tinypic.com/2vc7wr7.png" width="468" style="height: 401px"> </td> <tr> <td> <font color=FFFFFF face="Times New Roman" size=3> [align=center] Spring 1st, Year 08<br> Around 12:00 am<br> Tag: Peter[/align]<br><br> "You're totally right!" <br><br> Virgil laughed and nodded, listening away as Peter agreed. "Of course I'm right! Glad to see you agree Peter." Yes once you had met a farmer and a musician you could understand and believe they were similarities between them. Both used their hands for their living and if they screwed up their products would be ruined. Just like he told Peter. "Your cousin Jane plays viola hmm? I would love to hear her sometime if she wouldn't mind playing for me." He spoke, adjusting his glasses. He always enjoyed hearing other musicians play and getting to talk music with them, every detail of it. <br><br> "She's been practicing that thing day and night ever since she heard of that Beauty Queen competition coming up and got it in her head to enter." <br><br> If Virgil was eating or drinking anything he would have choked up on it right there. What were the odds. He was going to be a judge in the Beauty Queen competition and here he was chatting away with the cousin of one of the contestants? How coincidental. He grinned softly, chuckling to Peter. "I guess it would be bad to inform you I'm going to be a judge in that same competition? So I will be seeing Jane perform then." He grinned softly to the man, adjusting his glasses as he leaned forward slightly. "And before you say anything no. No to any attempts at bribery or influencing my decision." He smirked to the man before nodding. "I'm sure she isn't slacking off. She's probably looking forward to leaving school I'm sure." <br><br> Virgil just laughed as Peter said he'd learn to shut up, him shaking his head. It was really okay by Virgil. To some, sure it would be annoying. But Virgil didn't mind. He didn't mind a good conversation a truly talkative person to interact with. "It's okay Pete. Mind if I call you Pete or do you want Peter? Don't worry so much about the talking. I don't mind a good conversation. Shows you're a friendly guy you know. Don't need to say sorry for that." After assuring his new friend it was okay he nodded softly, beginning to intently listen to him as he spoke of his home. <br><br> He interlocked his fingers and raised his hands to his face, blocking out what was the lower half of his face, his glassed covered eyes still showing. A unique stance and a rather weird one at that but it also attentive. Full attention was given to Peter as he spoke, the man waiting for him to finish before he began to reply. "I see. I was raised to respect women. We weren't raised in that way, of asking the father for permission to court yes. However I kept to the old fashioned ways. I'd always compliment every woman I see to assure her she is a beautiful being. They are the fairer sex and from my years every woman has something about her she dislikes. A good compliment always brings a smile to their face. To anyone's face really." <br><br> He closed his eyes and sighed some, nodding to Peter's comments of the island. "Indeed things are very different. I can only imagine what you felt when you first came here. But yes there are very disrespectful males here and it sickens me. You can destroy people's emotions too easily like that." He paused and let Peter give a warning to any man, Virgil included, about the dangers of trying to court Jane or Freya without his permission. He grinned, out of the amusing reply he'd give to Peter not out of disrespect. No there was no reason he would disrespect Peter. He seemed like a good man, simply trying to live his life and keep a watchful eye on the women he cared about. Infact Virgil already respected him simply by talking to him. But back to the reply. Virgil's grin grew more as he resumed his comments. "Well I will be sure to ask for your permission if I desire to court one of these ladies. I can take a punch but I'm much more worried for my glasses you see?" He said, laughing softly to Peter. "But on a more serious note I will indeed keep this in mind my friend." </td> </font> </tr> <tr> </tr> </table> </div> [/doHTML] |
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| Alma | Jun 25 2010, 02:22 AM Post #40 |
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[align=right]![]() Peter Lyfield Outfit: White t-shirt, dusty blue jeans, and black tennis shoes. Mood: Cheerful. TAG: Virgil.[/align] When Virgil piped up that he was actually a judge for the beauty contest, Peter couldn't help but start laughing at the irony. Only three judges for the competition, chosen from the whole of Obsidian, and he happened to be eating with one of them? What were the odds? Also ironically Peter didn't feel a single urge to suck up to Virgil at all until he announced that Peter shouldn't even think about doing that. He grinned slyly, eyeing Virgil for a moment as if he was thinking about doing just that, before he shrugged. "Eh. Jane's wonderful enough to win it on her own." He chuckled again, shaking his head still at the strangeness of running into Virgil like this. "Looks like you'll be hearing her play before you know it. I'm sure she'll knock your socks off." He pushed his empty plate away from him and took another swig of his punch, if only to give Virgil the leeway to talk a bit more. Regardless of what the man said, Peter still found himself beating himself up a little for not knowing when to shut up. "Pete's fine. Peter's fine. Anything you can think of is probably fine, unless it's offensive," he informed Virgil offhand when he finished his punch, waving the empty glass through the air dismissively. He'd never been very picky about that sort of thing. If anything, back home nicknames were rarely given out, and he was looking forward to the infinite possibilities denied him as a child and an adolescent. For whatever reason, thinking of that made him think of his farm and of the lovely seeds that sat in his toolbox simply waiting to be planted bright and early tomorrow to celebrate the ending of Winter. He'd have fruits to harvest as well from his tree, and the mere thought of it gave him a smile. Things were turning around at the Ranch. He could handle things now. He could provide for his family. He was stronger and had no doubt that he could even go so far as to defend his family if necessary. How much more time could he afford to spend here? Not a great deal, he supposed, if his calculations were correct. He glanced toward the clock, noticing that 45 minutes had passed since he arrived and that it was nearing 1am. Well. That answers my question. Peter sat back a bit in his chair again. He'd remain for a few more minutes out of politeness and then would depart. Aye, that would work. Virgil listened with a great deal of intentness to his comments about romance and courting and what not, Peter noticed, but he also couldn't help but wonder if perhaps he was studying everything that Peter said for later usage. Perhaps he was looking for a way to come and visit his ranch and to have an easy in with a beautiful woman. Then again, Peter had become progressively more paranoid in regards to Freya and Jane ever interacting with men in a romantic way. He couldn't guarantee that a man down here could treat them right. Thus, he watched Virgil closely when he spoke about compliments and other such things. Huh. Strange, that. Compliments were the easiest way to a woman's heart. Did he know that? Did he take advantage of that? Suddenly he couldn't help but tug a more nefarious lens over his vision, investigating Virgil closely with it. He didn't show any outward signs of being some player. Obviously this was just Peter's paranoia smacking him in the face again. If only he knew how to smack it back yet. "Your glasses are safe," he said with a touch of unfamiliar dryness, rising to his feet in preparation to depart. "If you decide to turn around and steal my sister or cousin, I'll chase you with a pitchfork instead, how's that?" He grinned and picked up his plate and glass, sighing heavily. "Well, my new friend, I'm afraid I have to start work at sunrise tomorrow. A farmer's job is always most intense at the beginning of the season. I'll see you around, okay? Stop by Tiger Lily Ranch at any time." With that, Peter nodded to Virgil with another wide smile and strode away from the table. With his plastic plate and cup disposed of, he started off for the ranch, intent on getting at least four or five hours of sleep, if he was lucky. |
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