“Go ahead–.. Feel it… I bet you can’t guess what this shirt is made from..”
Cautiously, they take a small feel of the shirt. “Honestly, it seems really nice. I don’t know what my guess would be – probably something really fine and rare. Seems like your style to go with a unique and valuable fabric.”
“Ye got somethin’ fer me to fix, or are ye just fuckin’ staring?” The mechanic squints, wiping at his sweat ridden brow, voice irate and just a touch exasperbated. He disliked having someone peering over him in any respect, and the boy had been doing that for nearly twenty minutes. Clyde was begining to wonder if the other even had a reason for being there, because who in their right mind would linger in a fume infested garage for the fun of it.
Saima glances down at the ground wondering if they should have left a while ago. They weren’t even sure why they had been insistent on just observing the work being done here. Especially since what they had didn’t seem to have that serious of a problem. “Well, I have something that maybe you could take a look at. But I wasn’t sure if you were too busy to check it out or not.”
“Jeez Louise…” Rosemary mumbles as she tries to wash her dress in the sink. “Ari and Dahlia were bickering and they tried to throw their drinks at each other, but it ended up on me!” She sighs and shakes her head. “I don’t even know how they learned to do that! They must have been awake while I was watching Bachelorette reruns…”
“Oh dear. That’s quite the situation. Guess that would be the only place that they’d see that kind of nonsense.” It was strange the kind of behaviors shown on those types of shows, and even stranger knowing it was recreated by children. Or at least attempted to.
“It is! Depending on your partner, of course. And if you don’t mind a few bruises, busted lip, and sore muscles.” Erzsi remarks with a smile and a shrug. “If I get back into it, I’ll invite you to a session, if you want.”
“Which instruments do you play?”
“Hah, true true. That risk seems to come with the territory.“ But they could certainly see the appeal of taking up that kind of physical activity. “Oh cool, wouldn’t mind checking it out.“
“I play piano, keyboard, kannel – which is a traditional string instrument, guitar and cello. I used to violin as well. “
It’s always interesting when someone is trying to size them up to get a feel for what they are. Saima knew they were an unusual case in many ways and so it made these kinds of encounters all the more intriguing.
“Ah, well. I do tend to throw off a lot of people’s senses.“ They give a bit of a playful smile, taking some humor in that strangeness. “You do have a sense that I’ve somewhat encountered before albeit only occasionally.“
“Everything of my property needs work, my love. Even if we choose to start anew things will need work.”
“Or, I suppose,” and here his eyes caught a glint of mischief, a sly grin growing over his face, “We could just pretend we are human farmhands, and offer help to some cold far off farm, and sleep among the horses.” Still quite an honest life, and one that reeked of how he had spent much of the so called Middle Ages, giggling, playing kind-hearted tricks.
“True. It does seem to come with the territory.“
The hint in Matt’s eyes of mischief – it didn’t go unnoticed, making Saima wonder what exactly he had up his sleeve. “Heh, we could pretend that. Though I wonder how long we could maintain the illusion.”After all, Saima had some ethereal habits now and then that were more challenging to hide from the human eye.
“Very well. I’ll be home later this evening… I’d advise coming around five or six, perhaps. I will likely start cooking when I come home from the vets, however the earlier you come the longer you will have to wait for food.” A small smile. “Just let yourself in. I’ll be here in the kitchen. Thank you again.”
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When Saima chooses to return to Gio’s home, they will hear her before they see her. A radio is playing in the kitchen, with Gio humming and singing along to it softly before she notices her guest. She offers a warm smile in greeting, wiping her hands on her apron and gesturing for them to come into the room more. “Buonasera. Can I get you a drink or anything?”
Later on, Saima opts to stop by again and hears the sound of singing in the kitchen. Entering the home, they make their presence known at the door despite being pretty cautious of being intrusive. Call it an awkward habit of theirs.
Still they smile back with a wave upon being noticed and move into the kitchen further. “Hello, hello – a drink would be nice. What do you have available?”
“Well, that’s good to hear! Maybe I need to find something or pick up one of my hobbies again,” Erzsi chuckles shaking her head. “I do miss boxing. Maybe I should get back into that.”
“So, how do you make your music? If you don’t mind me asking?”
“I’d definitely recommend getting into one of your hobbies if the chance is afforded to you.“ They were a big fan of allowing people to enjoy their passions when the time came around. “That seems like it would be real fun to box.“
“It depends, I tend to have an idea and play around with different instruments as a way to flesh out the idea.“
“That’s how reading should make people feel…I mean, that’s what I think…I have met many people who feel like excessive reading makes them…better than others but it’s…or it should be about, uh, learning and…connecting to the stories…”
“I get what you mean. People can be so pretentious about reading which really misses the point. It’s about learning from different experiences and to different people. I feel like those who think reading makes them better really just don’t get the real pleasure of reading in the first place.”
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