The Confederacy wasn't very accustomed to guests showing up at his door. His...clients, so to speak, were never brought to his own house. And however much the guilt could nag at him, he had never alerted any of his states to his presence. Originally because he was so weak he couldn't...and as time went on, the southerner had settled into the secretiveness, and so while he still thought of them, he had never tried contacting an old acquaintance
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Texas begins to think there simply isn't anyone at the house, with how quiet the place seems. Or maybe they didn't want to open the door to a stranger. Perfectly reasonable. He considers leaving just before the door opens, but then puts on a charming friendly smile to greet the person-
Oh.
Oh.
Despite how much thought he had put into the assumption he wouldn't find the Confederacy, he hadn't really but much of anything into what he would do if he did find the former country. His mind goes blank and his smile falls and for a moment, he can't find any words.
When he finally does, they are simple and quiet. "You're alive."
CSA sighs softly, door only half open as if he were hiding behind it. But then he steps back from it, the door opening enough for Texas to step inside. Without thinking CSA reaches out, gently taking Texas by the arm.
"Come inside."
The home is simple, only what's necessary and a few extra pieces of decor here and there. Not much, but enough for the house to feel like a home.
"I imagine ya've traveled a bit. Shall I git ya somethang ta drink? Eat?"
Texas easily follows the prompting- He still has no idea what to do otherwise -And steps inside. His focus is on the Confederacy. Certainly, he had seen his past-self in Hammerspace not long ago, but it still felt like ages since he had seen him. And he looked so different...
His mind finally seemed to kick back into to gear and he cleared his throat a little. "Not as far as I thought I'd have to, honestly... I'd appreciate some water though, if ya don't mind."
And between his past self and present times, there's plenty of difference. He's still slender and lean, but a bit more muscled than he had been. Still a bit tired looking, but still less so than before.
Then there was something else...off, about him, something a bit harder to be pinpointed.
There's a nod as Aaron walks into the kitchen, fetching a glass from a cabinet. "Want any ice?"
Best way to pretend this isn't nearly as unexpected and awkward as it is: pretend it's a common occurence and deny everything that makes it awkward.
/and now I have to run off to workspurslikestarsNovember 1 2011, 20:27:14 UTC
Texas follows, still studying the other man. "Yeah, if ya don't mind."
He really should have put more thought into this. See the Confederacy and then what? He had already shown up out of the blue, which he felt weird doing, so he wasn't even sure what to imagine the Confederacy felt. Maybe he should just make this as quick as possible? He didn't want to give the idea he didn't want to see him either.
"I'm sorry, I-" He hesitated for a second. "I didn't really plan this out, or anythin'. I just...wanted to see if you were still here. An' I'm glad ya are, really..."
He makes the glass of water, handing it to Texas. Crossing his arms over his chest, he leans against a counter, looking over Texas.
"It's...a surprise. How did ya find me?"
It's been nagging in the back of his mind since he recognized the state. How did he find him? Had someone else found a way to find him without him knowing? CSA really didn't feel particularly inclined to fall back into the habit of looking over his shoulders.
/toddles backspurslikestarsNovember 2 2011, 03:55:40 UTC
Texas doesn't drink any of the water right away, opting to answer first instead.
"Got here an' went lookin' for information on any Aaron or Aaron F. Jones in the Civil War I could find. Found out where they lived as best I could an' went knockin' on doors... Took a while, believe me. S'pretty much dumb luck I started in Montgomery though."
Recounting his...convoluted, at best, plan to CSA, Texas starts to think he went about this the wrong way. Everything about it. He horned in on CSA's obviously much wanted privacy. He feels worse and worse, even as she takes a drink of water and waits for whatever response was coming.
It's def nice to be back. ...and I'm sorry, I'll probably be derping on tags tonight.spurslikestarsNovember 2 2011, 04:25:34 UTC
A little of Texas' uneasiness about being there disappears at CSA's smile. Alright, maybe it wasn't such a bad idea then. Texas returns the smile.
"Time's been pretty good to me, all in all." Especially since the Civil War, Texas knows he looks healthier, not as thin as he did and more filled out. His hair is alot shorter too, but that isn't here or there with 'looking well'.
"It's...good to see you again, too, Chief. I was afraid ya were...ya know."
it's totally fine. my chest hurts and i have to get up in the morning orzdirtysouthdirtyNovember 2 2011, 04:35:17 UTC
He smile softens slightly, grey eyes flicking to look more over Texas' shoulder than directly at him.
"...I'm always surprised I ain't whenever I think 'bout back then."
He had certainly thought he would disappear. Even now, he wonders if he'll just randomly disappear one day. It was part of the reason he hid himself away, then kept himself away. Atleast, the risk of disappearing was how he rationalized it.
fff, rest up and feel betterspurslikestarsNovember 2 2011, 04:52:29 UTC
Texas doesn't really notice CSA's eyes shifting, but he can only guess this isn't a very comfortable thing for him to be thinking about. Death never really was, in Texas' opinion.
"Alot-a people believed in you. An' alot still do."
The state isn't sure if he counts himself in those numbers or not-While now there are things he would disagree with that they had fought for, there really wasn't any other nation he had followed he put more faith in personally- both during and after the fact.
"I believe it's thanks ta that I'm still 'round at all."
It would surprise him if Texas did, sting a bit if he didn't. Being unsure is probably the safest, or atleast kindest, option there. Even if he no longer had the right to call himself a proper Nation, that didn't change the fact Aaron was still Aaron.
Texas gives a small shrug of his shoulders and sips at the glass of water again.
"Seems likely... But then, who knows for sure."
His conversations with the CSA of the past has given Texas alot to think about on that subject. Is it constitutions or citizens or land or just what that give life to Nations and States and all the rest? Or was it just...random?
"Whatever it is, you're still here. Guess that's what means the most."
Or that's what means to the most to Texas, in this case.
"It ain't li'e anythang ever made sense on tha subject."
That's something CSA has spent an awful lot of time wondering, and he's no closer to figuring it out. Now, he'll just assume it's a bit of all of the above. It seemed the safest choice.
His free hand goes to rub the back of his neck sheepishly. He had spoken without thinking- Surely CSA would care about why he was technically still around. It's difficult to keep in mind that he talked to the other CSA about this before, and not this one. And they are different.
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Oh.
Oh.
Despite how much thought he had put into the assumption he wouldn't find the Confederacy, he hadn't really but much of anything into what he would do if he did find the former country. His mind goes blank and his smile falls and for a moment, he can't find any words.
When he finally does, they are simple and quiet. "You're alive."
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"Come inside."
The home is simple, only what's necessary and a few extra pieces of decor here and there. Not much, but enough for the house to feel like a home.
"I imagine ya've traveled a bit. Shall I git ya somethang ta drink? Eat?"
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His mind finally seemed to kick back into to gear and he cleared his throat a little. "Not as far as I thought I'd have to, honestly... I'd appreciate some water though, if ya don't mind."
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Then there was something else...off, about him, something a bit harder to be pinpointed.
There's a nod as Aaron walks into the kitchen, fetching a glass from a cabinet. "Want any ice?"
Best way to pretend this isn't nearly as unexpected and awkward as it is: pretend it's a common occurence and deny everything that makes it awkward.
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He really should have put more thought into this. See the Confederacy and then what? He had already shown up out of the blue, which he felt weird doing, so he wasn't even sure what to imagine the Confederacy felt. Maybe he should just make this as quick as possible? He didn't want to give the idea he didn't want to see him either.
"I'm sorry, I-" He hesitated for a second. "I didn't really plan this out, or anythin'. I just...wanted to see if you were still here. An' I'm glad ya are, really..."
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"It's...a surprise. How did ya find me?"
It's been nagging in the back of his mind since he recognized the state. How did he find him? Had someone else found a way to find him without him knowing? CSA really didn't feel particularly inclined to fall back into the habit of looking over his shoulders.
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"Got here an' went lookin' for information on any Aaron or Aaron F. Jones in the Civil War I could find. Found out where they lived as best I could an' went knockin' on doors... Took a while, believe me. S'pretty much dumb luck I started in Montgomery though."
Recounting his...convoluted, at best, plan to CSA, Texas starts to think he went about this the wrong way. Everything about it. He horned in on CSA's obviously much wanted privacy. He feels worse and worse, even as she takes a drink of water and waits for whatever response was coming.
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"It's unexpected. I thought all of ya'll would-a thought me long dead."
But then he smiles. Surprising and unexpected though it was...it would be a lie to say Aaron didn't enjoy the chance to see his state again.
"Ya...look well. It is good ta see ya again."
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"Time's been pretty good to me, all in all." Especially since the Civil War, Texas knows he looks healthier, not as thin as he did and more filled out. His hair is alot shorter too, but that isn't here or there with 'looking well'.
"It's...good to see you again, too, Chief. I was afraid ya were...ya know."
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"...I'm always surprised I ain't whenever I think 'bout back then."
He had certainly thought he would disappear. Even now, he wonders if he'll just randomly disappear one day. It was part of the reason he hid himself away, then kept himself away. Atleast, the risk of disappearing was how he rationalized it.
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"Alot-a people believed in you. An' alot still do."
The state isn't sure if he counts himself in those numbers or not-While now there are things he would disagree with that they had fought for, there really wasn't any other nation he had followed he put more faith in personally- both during and after the fact.
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It would surprise him if Texas did, sting a bit if he didn't. Being unsure is probably the safest, or atleast kindest, option there. Even if he no longer had the right to call himself a proper Nation, that didn't change the fact Aaron was still Aaron.
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"Seems likely... But then, who knows for sure."
His conversations with the CSA of the past has given Texas alot to think about on that subject. Is it constitutions or citizens or land or just what that give life to Nations and States and all the rest? Or was it just...random?
"Whatever it is, you're still here. Guess that's what means the most."
Or that's what means to the most to Texas, in this case.
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That's something CSA has spent an awful lot of time wondering, and he's no closer to figuring it out. Now, he'll just assume it's a bit of all of the above. It seemed the safest choice.
"...ya really think so?"
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His free hand goes to rub the back of his neck sheepishly. He had spoken without thinking- Surely CSA would care about why he was technically still around. It's difficult to keep in mind that he talked to the other CSA about this before, and not this one. And they are different.
"S'like I said- I'm glad you're here."
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