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revivalproject2022-09-12 09:58 pm
saltnpepperbeard) wrote in revivalproject2022-09-12 09:58 pm
Damn your love
WHO: Edward Teach, OTA
WHERE: The Diner
WHAT: Ed's being a nuisance
WHEN: Mid Sept
WARNINGS: TBD, smoking
Sugar
Ed didn't realize quite how used he'd gotten to the taste of finer things aboard Stede's ship until he was a few months into his time here. He stared at his cup of tea, if you could call it that, a distant scowl forming as he shoveled a ungodly number of spoonfuls of sugar into it (7, if you cared to count), stirring it idly. He'd lived off far worse than this, for far longer, but this lacked the pleasant perfume of Stede's brand.
He caught his reflection in the drink and scoffed at himself. When had he gone so damn soft?
Smoke
The unlucky diners of the day would find an added haze to their meal. Edward had settled in quite comfortably, pipe in hand, quite unaware that there was anything offensive about this action in modern times. He had his leg propped up on a chair, and made for a rather intimidating figure as he sat there, smoke encircling him. Will you approach, or will your nerves force your lungs to suffer through the meal in silence?
WHERE: The Diner
WHAT: Ed's being a nuisance
WHEN: Mid Sept
WARNINGS: TBD, smoking
Sugar
Ed didn't realize quite how used he'd gotten to the taste of finer things aboard Stede's ship until he was a few months into his time here. He stared at his cup of tea, if you could call it that, a distant scowl forming as he shoveled a ungodly number of spoonfuls of sugar into it (7, if you cared to count), stirring it idly. He'd lived off far worse than this, for far longer, but this lacked the pleasant perfume of Stede's brand.
He caught his reflection in the drink and scoffed at himself. When had he gone so damn soft?
Smoke
The unlucky diners of the day would find an added haze to their meal. Edward had settled in quite comfortably, pipe in hand, quite unaware that there was anything offensive about this action in modern times. He had his leg propped up on a chair, and made for a rather intimidating figure as he sat there, smoke encircling him. Will you approach, or will your nerves force your lungs to suffer through the meal in silence?
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Ah. There it is. Ed arches a brow, nodding along as his lips form a ring of smoke. "Naturally," he says, putting on some false airs, before his nose scrunches curiously, "And why is that?"
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"Well, in the time I come from, a lot of people are bothered by smoke and it's also been found to be a health hazard," Radley says. "Some places will have a separate section for smoking, since some people still do it anyway."
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"A hazard now?" he hummed, wrinkling his nose. There was some talk of that now, but this was after countless years of touting the health benefits, so it seems strange to Ed that things could change so much. "Are you one of those people that are bothered?" he asks pointedly, lifting his chin.
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He nods. "I am, yeah."
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Humming, Ed didn't put down the pipe just yet, looking the other man over. "...so say it," he encouraged, gesturing for him to properly speak his mind.
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He nodded. "I would appreciate it if you didn't smoke in here," he said.
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"A little firmer next time. Don't leave room for argument," he advised.
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"I'll see if I can't keep my pipe stowed away in your presence in future, Mr.-?"
He paused, welcoming a name.
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"Where do you usually stay around here?" he curiously wondered. "I haven't seen you before." He had thought everyone was living near each other for safety reasons.