WHO: Veata and Matthew WHEN: Apr 29, a few hours before HOCKEY WHERE: A nice cafe in Charleston WHAT: A pleasant discussion online leads to offline chit-chat and a somewhat awkward mistake.
They will be delicious diabetes.canadien_pleaseMay 2 2011, 04:41:01 UTC
Matthew listened to her with an absolute reverence, his love for a good discussion and talk limitless, even if he didn't completely agree with the other party. Every opinion had valid points and most of the time it did no harm to listen to them, after all, you could always be wrong. To just deny vehemently against legitimate proof was ridiculous. "I think you are right but... Well humans are prone to error. Just because they've had children doesn't mean they're going to be right all the time, even with their own spawn," he sighed quietly, rubbing the back of his neck.
"I think you're right about me and my brother... though. It's too... We're too different. If it was based solely on genetics than Alfred and I should be much more similar..." Matthew mused aloud, letting out a heavy sigh and twirling his spoon more into his cup. He debated putting in even more syrup, due to the coffee being a very powerful blend- but he didn't mind the subtle bitterness. It made his mind more alert. "And... well I agree that they probably have the most charge of us but I really... honestly just don't think they actually know what's best. If they did- then we wouldn't have the child abusers, the... parents who sell of their kids, the ones who honestly just don't care..."
Setting down his mug, Matthew reached up and rubbed his eyes under his glasses before looking over at Veata again, smiling weakly and sighing. "But... For all of the parental factor- Alfred and I should be absolute screw ups- with our... divorced home. But I'm on my way to get a psychology degree and he's an amazing comic artist with... unbridled... happiness. Even for growing up with an asshole of a father... I just don't know. Maybe it is the genes..."
Fffffu- Matthew's staring at Veata utterly captured now.canadien_pleaseMay 3 2011, 18:55:28 UTC
The way Veata spoke, the subtle confidence, the slight nervousness- every range of emotion seemed to be hidden just barely behind a well built up mask. And he was grateful he was able to read the most subtle body language easily however... It seemed almost different with her. The familiarity of her home seemed to almost make her sick but she was... nothing less than confident. She wanted him to understand and as difficult as it was, as taboo as it seemed to him, he nodded slightly, taking a long while to gather up his words.
"It just... makes me sad," he murmured quietly, eyes blinking quickly to hold back the building warmth there. It was silly to cry so easily over something- but the hardship of other people always made him ache. It wasn't right that he got more, that he had an easy life while other people were struggling just to get enough food to eat. "I... think I understand a little bit. I just- I can't accept sacrificing one for the good of the others... I-It's just not right. To have me o-or my... brother even sold off- I couldn't... handle it- I'd rather starve to death than give up my brother- I-I'd never..."
Matthew quickly reached up, rubbing at his eyes with the back of his wrist and shaking his head, laughing weakly. "C-Christ... I'm sorry- I'm getting all emotional on you and it's out first time meeting-" he took a deep breath, looking up and sniffing slightly, shrugging. "But I... do see how it can't be solely limited to genes. There's just too many other variables for one component to make up so much..."
"So genes... may have a role, but parents, family, and friends I think all have a significant part to play as children grow and develop. Whether the parent's always right on the decision making part well... I think we might have to agree to disagree on that one," he sighed, chuckling weakly and taking another small sip of his quickly cooling coffee.
"I think you're right about me and my brother... though. It's too... We're too different. If it was based solely on genetics than Alfred and I should be much more similar..." Matthew mused aloud, letting out a heavy sigh and twirling his spoon more into his cup. He debated putting in even more syrup, due to the coffee being a very powerful blend- but he didn't mind the subtle bitterness. It made his mind more alert. "And... well I agree that they probably have the most charge of us but I really... honestly just don't think they actually know what's best. If they did- then we wouldn't have the child abusers, the... parents who sell of their kids, the ones who honestly just don't care..."
Setting down his mug, Matthew reached up and rubbed his eyes under his glasses before looking over at Veata again, smiling weakly and sighing. "But... For all of the parental factor- Alfred and I should be absolute screw ups- with our... divorced home. But I'm on my way to get a psychology degree and he's an amazing comic artist with... unbridled... happiness. Even for growing up with an asshole of a father... I just don't know. Maybe it is the genes..."
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"It just... makes me sad," he murmured quietly, eyes blinking quickly to hold back the building warmth there. It was silly to cry so easily over something- but the hardship of other people always made him ache. It wasn't right that he got more, that he had an easy life while other people were struggling just to get enough food to eat. "I... think I understand a little bit. I just- I can't accept sacrificing one for the good of the others... I-It's just not right. To have me o-or my... brother even sold off- I couldn't... handle it- I'd rather starve to death than give up my brother- I-I'd never..."
Matthew quickly reached up, rubbing at his eyes with the back of his wrist and shaking his head, laughing weakly. "C-Christ... I'm sorry- I'm getting all emotional on you and it's out first time meeting-" he took a deep breath, looking up and sniffing slightly, shrugging. "But I... do see how it can't be solely limited to genes. There's just too many other variables for one component to make up so much..."
"So genes... may have a role, but parents, family, and friends I think all have a significant part to play as children grow and develop. Whether the parent's always right on the decision making part well... I think we might have to agree to disagree on that one," he sighed, chuckling weakly and taking another small sip of his quickly cooling coffee.
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