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*Trevor's at his usual coffee house spot, and this time he's staring intently at a chess board. He's reading a book of rules. At first, it seems simple enough, but the moment he looks at the board, he's lost. He moves a pawn on the white end and smiles.
Of course, he's reading a comic two minutes after he's moved about five pieces.*
Ahh, much
Of course, he's reading a comic two minutes after he's moved about five pieces.*
Ahh, much
He should get something for Carl.
Though the thought came out of the blue, it was good enough. Venom wasn't entirely sure what Carl liked, but food tended to be the easiest choices. Maybe he'd treat the boy and his "sister" to a muffin or--
He had been half way to the counter before seeing a younger version of himself already in the building. He'd almost forgotten that one. He shouldn't get involved. If some alternate version of himself had managed to live without the Guild in his life, he had no business introducing the concept to him. No matter what he may have wanted, he wasn't that cruel.
He'd stay quiet as he stole ordered what he stopped in for. Perhaps the boy would be too distracted by his novel to notice.]
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And that's when he noticed the older version of himself. Trevor paused for a moment. There was the winged one and the non-winged one. Neither of them were exactly approachable. But being the eternally curious one, Trevor got up and went to the counter*
I recommend the lemon scones. They are rather nice here.
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He should have shooed the boy away. Instead, he turns his attention back to the pastries on display.]
Oh. Thank you.
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*Trevor stops himself. He rambled when he was nervous, and it showed.*
Ah, sorry. Got carried away, there.
*Awwkwaaarrrd*
So! You must be one of the other Venoms, right?
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...Yes. Your name is...? [He shouldn't be asking. He shouldn't be speaking with this boy. He had a life; he did not need to be involved in an assassin's.]
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It's nice to finally talk to you... er, me. Would you like some tea? I was just about to ask for some more. My treat.
*The boy puts on a smile, even though he's a nervous wreck inside.*
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No thank you. I'm not staying. [He should go back to finding Master Zato.]
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Are you sure? I thought we could share a pot and just... talk. I promise I won't keep you for long.
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You play too?
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*Realizing that Venom most likely has no idea what that means, Trevor stops and chuckles nervously*
That is, I come from a long lines of pool players. Both of my parents play, as do my paternal grandparents, and so on. Dad started teaching me the moment I could walk and talk.
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You don't play professionally anymore?
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I... got burned out a little while back. Between school, music lessons, and numerous tournaments, I was overwhelmed. So I told my parents I needed a break from billiards. I haven't picked up a cue since, and that was over a month ago. Seeing you and the other Venom with pool cues has inspired me.
I might just start up again.
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I wouldn't, not here. They might mistake you for one of us.
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Ah, right. I guess that would make things more complicated. Still, once we can go home, I think I will start playing again.
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[Choir...? He could only stare for a moment, unable to imagine that scenario. Choir? Venom knew he couldn't hit a note with a hammer, none the less have what it took to join a choir. Band, perhaps. Though being able to kill a man with a cello would most likely not win any points in his favor.
He shook off the mental image after a while and turned his attention back to the shorter of the two. It was strange to see... himself unattached to everything he'd come to know in his own life. It sounded so peaceful. So mundane.
In the very least, he could say there was one out of the three of them that he didn't dislike. He wasn't... really them, in a way. He was still just a child.]
I have to go.
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*Smooth, Trevor. Really smooth*
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