Which is fine, but it's just something that's a part of who I am really. So I don't mind waiting.
[He can understand that all too well, but thankfully at a certain point. He just simply accepted the fact that he was going to be chronically late. For everything. He settles down on the couch tucking into his food as he sits taking a few bites before speaking.]
( she'll try and remember it, especially for times where he's late. she'll never fault or blame him either, even if the reasoning is entirely different. they might be newly acquainted but already it was seeming like the company would make up for any delays )
Two years. ( it didn't feel it, aside from some people time didn't really seem like it had changed that much. but something in her did, a need to try and reconnect, to feel home again )
I've thought about staying there, either in Egypt or relocating wherever I'm needed but.. New York was home for a while. I'm giving the decision a few months to see what happens.
[He can understand that feeling. Course it was years ago now but when he first came to America it was hard to discover where he needed to be. But when he found New York City he knew he was home. No where else had he ever felt more, normal.]
And that's fair. I'll try not to skew your mind too much. But I may when I show you all the best food places in all the land! [That's a bit of an overstate but he knows his food and can really pack it away.] But Egypt would also be kind of an interesting choice. I've never been. Been all around the states but aside from the occasional trip back to England I haven't done much proper traveling.
Food is the first thing that changes, I need those recommendations.
( she hadn't been any better at learning to cook there, sampling local foods instead )
When I first volunteered I let them place me, put me where they needed me. ( she'd been running, she could admit that to herself ) But it's a nice place. It's the furthest I've travelled and I guess the most different culture-wise.
( it's answered too quickly, too cynical and she regrets the words, looking a little guilty for them no matter how true they are. she'd left because she'd found it very difficult living in new york. but that was two years past, now she was trying again )
I like the markets. ( a small smile is added with it, the pleasantness of the memory there ) How they're ran is very different to any stall here. I'd spend time just passing through them, just admiring everything they had to offer.
I get that, a little. Well with Florida, but in my defense everyone should feel that way about Florida. [A beat.] Well I'm thankful you came back, it's been nice to get to know you.
[He states in earnest before listening to her describe her favourite part of her time spent abroad. He takes a while to process it all, and doesn't immediately speak for a bit. He settles finally on a question;]
Is it just because of the nature of people in them, or the objects in which they contained? I've heard the markets out there can kind of be wild. There's lots of wheeling and dealing right?
Not a fan of the snow or is it something that's only around after?
( winter was her favourite time of year, even with how much new york could bite. she'd actually missed it in egypt, finding their summers much more unbearable than a good, cold winter )
omg i'm so sorry i thought i responded to these and then realised i did not!
The snow, the dark. The just general... Mood. But nothing beats the city in the summertime, it's why I hang around.
[Gabriel hated every minute of it, but he tolerated it better than he used to. But somewhere like that it would likely be reversed. A little like when he was growing up in Florida. Though a very different sort of heat for certain.]
( how quickly dark it got was perhaps her least favourite part, she would always wish for a little longer in a day before darkness set in. but she could handle the cold, trading for oversized jumpers, blankets and a roaring fire, hot drinks and nights sat by the window watching the snow fall )
I suppose I could let you convince me about how great summer is if you didn't mind thr reverse.
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[He can understand that all too well, but thankfully at a certain point. He just simply accepted the fact that he was going to be chronically late. For everything. He settles down on the couch tucking into his food as he sits taking a few bites before speaking.]
So how long were you gone?
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Two years. ( it didn't feel it, aside from some people time didn't really seem like it had changed that much. but something in her did, a need to try and reconnect, to feel home again )
I've thought about staying there, either in Egypt or relocating wherever I'm needed but.. New York was home for a while. I'm giving the decision a few months to see what happens.
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[He can understand that feeling. Course it was years ago now but when he first came to America it was hard to discover where he needed to be. But when he found New York City he knew he was home. No where else had he ever felt more, normal.]
And that's fair. I'll try not to skew your mind too much. But I may when I show you all the best food places in all the land! [That's a bit of an overstate but he knows his food and can really pack it away.] But Egypt would also be kind of an interesting choice. I've never been. Been all around the states but aside from the occasional trip back to England I haven't done much proper traveling.
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( she hadn't been any better at learning to cook there, sampling local foods instead )
When I first volunteered I let them place me, put me where they needed me. ( she'd been running, she could admit that to herself ) But it's a nice place. It's the furthest I've travelled and I guess the most different culture-wise.
( everywhere else she'd been had been european )
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[No worries. There is no judgement here.]
What was your favourite part about it? [He asks as he settles in to eat a few bites of his food listening intently.]
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( it's answered too quickly, too cynical and she regrets the words, looking a little guilty for them no matter how true they are. she'd left because she'd found it very difficult living in new york. but that was two years past, now she was trying again )
I like the markets. ( a small smile is added with it, the pleasantness of the memory there ) How they're ran is very different to any stall here. I'd spend time just passing through them, just admiring everything they had to offer.
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[He states in earnest before listening to her describe her favourite part of her time spent abroad. He takes a while to process it all, and doesn't immediately speak for a bit. He settles finally on a question;]
Is it just because of the nature of people in them, or the objects in which they contained? I've heard the markets out there can kind of be wild. There's lots of wheeling and dealing right?
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( adrienne didn't know if she could describe it well what it meant to her but it had been a brightness in her day. even with the risks in it )
There was so much colour and life. And the more time I spent there the better I got to know some of them.
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[He nods and listens, mulling over some things in his head.]
When the snow finally leaves us and the weather changes I have some stuff to show you around town that I think you'll well and truly enjoy.
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( winter was her favourite time of year, even with how much new york could bite. she'd actually missed it in egypt, finding their summers much more unbearable than a good, cold winter )
omg i'm so sorry i thought i responded to these and then realised i did not!
[Gabriel hated every minute of it, but he tolerated it better than he used to. But somewhere like that it would likely be reversed. A little like when he was growing up in Florida. Though a very different sort of heat for certain.]
no worries at all!!
( how quickly dark it got was perhaps her least favourite part, she would always wish for a little longer in a day before darkness set in. but she could handle the cold, trading for oversized jumpers, blankets and a roaring fire, hot drinks and nights sat by the window watching the snow fall )
I suppose I could let you convince me about how great summer is if you didn't mind thr reverse.