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POSTED ON Nov 29, 2019 8:17:51 GMT
[attr="class","evantalk"] There is a flash of something across his face as Evan contemplates the question, to answer honestly or brush it aside? He determines it is rhetorical or otherwise not truly meant for him and his opinion is best kept in his head. Most do not expect his opinions about such things to be much more than a shrug of his shoulders- the exact answer he gives his dear patron from across the table. And besides, such opinions are things he left far behind him a long time ago, to think too greatly about things that are not truly of his concern is to eat away at what is left of his soul by his own choice. His pen moves from the papers to his lip, tapping away lightly beside the piercing and for a moment he thinks that perhaps it is time for another one. How long has it been? Not since new years last year and it's almost near years again. Right on time he supposes. He's lost in the thoughts and the soft click of the pen against the metal, a mixture of things to entertain his brain while Lars speaks to him. He presses it against hi lip before he answers, tone laced in mild disappoint because the comment has flown over Lars' head. "Formality and record keeping." it's a technical answer that brings his pen back to the papers in front of him with a gentle shrug, different from the last one. Before he was brushing the topic off, now he's answering it. "Humans know a lot of things but they forget a lot of things too, they forget what they agreed to, what they accepted as the full story what they didn't- all kinds of things that they want to keep a record of to make sure everything is straight and proper." Evan sets the papers down on the table again, he's gotten through more of them than he expected to. His elbow makes its way to the wood and his chin settles on the heel of his hand, fingers curling in front of his chin. "Of course we all know that's why. But as much as we like order we thrive in chaos and our own little bubbles just as well. Humanity is nothing if not a giant contradiction wrapped in nonsense." he chuckles, but there's something serious in his grin, as if it is a token of wisdom learned from too many things seen and too many things done. [or done to him, around him, in front of him, because of him] "Why are we on such a serious topic anyway? You're not supposed to talk like this in a bar you're supposed to be laughing so hard you fall out of your chair!" His face brightens up like an exploding firework against the night, shifting from topic to topic like a leaf blown by in the wind. The man is nothing if not contagious in his whimsies. "You should have seen old man Thompson last night, the one from the metal work family from way back when in rustboro?" the other man is likely to know the old burly bastard without much more description, after all he's a regular that won't let anyone forget how once upon a time his family was the best metal workers the region had ever seen. "We had a comedian performing and he laughed so hard he had to sit on the floor the rest of the night so he wouldn't fall out of his chair!"Laurence Anderson[newclass=.evantalk b]color: #7d6484;[/newclass]
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