Michael sits at a table in the bar without food or drink. He's flipping through a rather large and ancient bible.
On the table is a red pen. He intends to use it.
Anyone nearby will hear Michael's laugh on occasion. Quite a few sound rather suspiciously like a snort.
The red pen gets used to circle or underline, though--it should be noted--never to
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So a man sitting nearby glanced over, and remarked, "Grading something?"
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He shifts the bible so that the man can see the cover.
He doesn't say not exactly. But somehow the message gets across.
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"Sorry, saw the red pen. Thought maybe you were a teacher as well."
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Michael can remove red pen any time he likes.
Michael neglects to remember that a lot of people do--in fact--use bibles to make a point. Or maybe he knows more about modern society than he sometimes seems to.
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glance in Michael's direction.
He watches for a second. A crooked smile crosses his face at
the sight of the bible.
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He then cracks his knuckles loudly, facetiously. And then, he looks Kevin’s way. He’s good at feeling eyes on him, like many in this place really.
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Why, no, it isn't any of his business. That won't stop him from asking. It just means he won't get pissy about it if Michael tells him where to get off.
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"Have the Tricksters tales been preserved in writing now?" she asks in a soft yet carrying voice, "Or is it something else?"
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He doesn't know what to make of her.
Clearing his throat, he says, "Something else. Tricksters are in small numbers in this," lifting the bible, "and are very much not the focus on the whole." His eyes remain on her, staring.
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Michael is eyed too with her eyes that are just to blue for any real human. Something in the back of her mind tickles a little- soft of like the hair back the back of your neck standing up slightly. He, by far, isn't like the other people in the bar.
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