Lack of Courtesy
Kyla and I were actually having a rather normal time. Sitting at the Expresso Pump. Sipping our respective drinks, discussing college majors. It was like a scene from Dawson's Creek or Felicity. Oh! I love that Felicity! Okay, so a bit behind the current trend of JJ Abrams shows, but there was a bit of time in the 90's there were I was pretty bored. Scott Wolf filled that void.
Returning my attention to Kyla she told me about her own major. Which turned out was more than one. I wasn't surprised, but I was just taken aback by her areas of study.
“Majors, actually, Cultural anthropology and environmental science. Big leap, I know. But what can I say? My interests vary.”
They weren't fluff classes, those required actual thought processes, and thinking. She started to let her eyes wander the coffee shop, I suppose I could have asked her something about the classes, or why those classes, but I was getting distracted. There was something going on. Close by. Little tingle on the back of my neck and a tiny voice in my head. ...rip out their tongues. The idea was kinda gross, but I was pretty handy with a scalpel... Damn! If I had only brought one with me.
Yeah that isn't normal college chit chat. I wonder who has so much hostility in them. There was no truth behind it, but I think because it was a lot of hatred and it had to be close by that I was picking up on it. It was quite curious though.
“There should really be one of these on campus, don’t you think? I mean, it seems like they get enough business from the school anyway. But then I suppose having it there would negate the simple allure of having a reason to go somewhere besides the campus, now wouldn’t it?”
Snapping out of my little haze of confusion over the angry girl's thoughts that were filling my head I smiled at her. I caught the end of her statement so I could cover... at least I hoped so. I set my cup down and nodded.
"Well it does take away some of the stress, and makes us at least appear to be normal adults for a moment, instead of in-transition students."
I returned my thoughts to the girl, and I thought I heard raised voices... outside the shop. Was it in my head? Or was it outside?
"Hey.. did you hear that?"
Okay Anya time to see if she thinks you are normal. If she says yes then I am not hearing just voices in my head, if she says Hear what? I have to cover, and if I cover well enough? I might just be considered normal to her.
((Open to Kyla, and Fred//Oz//Willow [who I guessed are close by]))
Returning my attention to Kyla she told me about her own major. Which turned out was more than one. I wasn't surprised, but I was just taken aback by her areas of study.
“Majors, actually, Cultural anthropology and environmental science. Big leap, I know. But what can I say? My interests vary.”
They weren't fluff classes, those required actual thought processes, and thinking. She started to let her eyes wander the coffee shop, I suppose I could have asked her something about the classes, or why those classes, but I was getting distracted. There was something going on. Close by. Little tingle on the back of my neck and a tiny voice in my head. ...rip out their tongues. The idea was kinda gross, but I was pretty handy with a scalpel... Damn! If I had only brought one with me.
Yeah that isn't normal college chit chat. I wonder who has so much hostility in them. There was no truth behind it, but I think because it was a lot of hatred and it had to be close by that I was picking up on it. It was quite curious though.
“There should really be one of these on campus, don’t you think? I mean, it seems like they get enough business from the school anyway. But then I suppose having it there would negate the simple allure of having a reason to go somewhere besides the campus, now wouldn’t it?”
Snapping out of my little haze of confusion over the angry girl's thoughts that were filling my head I smiled at her. I caught the end of her statement so I could cover... at least I hoped so. I set my cup down and nodded.
"Well it does take away some of the stress, and makes us at least appear to be normal adults for a moment, instead of in-transition students."
I returned my thoughts to the girl, and I thought I heard raised voices... outside the shop. Was it in my head? Or was it outside?
"Hey.. did you hear that?"
Okay Anya time to see if she thinks you are normal. If she says yes then I am not hearing just voices in my head, if she says Hear what? I have to cover, and if I cover well enough? I might just be considered normal to her.
((Open to Kyla, and Fred//Oz//Willow [who I guessed are close by]))