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"Touche." I replied back with a chuckle as the man said how incredible he was at playing the question for a question game. He seemed surprised that I would have any sense of humor. A typical assumption when others heard my age. It was like they expected lifetimes of existence to wipe out all the wit and sarcasm. They'd never know that it was actually the opposite and I was much more uptight during my mortal years on this earth. Being a Viking and constantly surrounded by violence and death could do that to you, though. When you get to live through decades of it, you find a way to laugh or you'll just end up killing yourself for the trouble. When I kept playing word games, the man even gave a huff so uncharacteristic for the skin he was wearing. That pulled a smirk to my own lips. He tried to scold me about the staring and I offered a light shrug. "Hm, maybe." The man then tried to bring up how I was only "pretending" to read the newspaper. Little did he know that the enjoyment of reading was something that I also picked up in my immortality and if anything, my love for literature and reading in general had only grown through my existence. I was quick to point out a few articles in the paper, watching the man before me roll his eyes before he admitted that only one sounded interesting. Yes, I had noticed the way his eyes glinted a little on the last subject. "A little trouble in the dating department?" I couldn't help but add a little tease as I quirked a brow. When I asked why the man wanted to nag about me watching others, he pulled up his own lame excuses about loitering and voyeurism, asking if I read anything about that. I glanced nonchalantly toward the paper. "I think there might have been something about an arrest for something of that nature. Oh, right...it was a peeping tom." I slowly looked back to gauge his reaction, only to see the man suddenly sit down beside me and start copying the way I was sitting. It was fascinating to watch, really. Then he started playing with his own beard. Yeah, definitely wasn't used to having one of those. When I mentioned the tonsils, he asked about them before saying they were probably removed. That cause another quirk of my brow. Then the man seemed to get it, saying that I was making fun of him. I merely tilted my head. "Am I?" I did note the way his eyes kept dragging back to the newspaper I was reading as if a magnet drew him in. When I asked what I would get, the man told me I could choose the next form. "Oh, that should be fun. Can you turn into anything or just people?" I had to know to be able to make my request, after all. The eyes watching me changed to an electric blue suddenly before the man admitted that he thought I was lying about the article in the paper. "So that's the one you want me to read to you. I've basically got it memorized. Shall I tell you about the ear touch first or do you want to jump straight to the nitty gritty?" |