>>5830568That's a bit... pessimistic. You want to hear stories. Sure, you work with him and maybe want to see what the future could hold by looking into his past, and maybe you'd get a look into what your father's work must have been like. But you're still interested. You are.
Is he just not into fighting bad guys and giant monsters? The other things you enjoy don't exactly get you your golden ticket, but you always found this profession noble, if nothing else. “So what do you do it for? Just the benefits?”
“Not many people actually enjoy the work they do, Fiona,” he drones, his speech growing slower and slower to avoid slurring, sometimes having to repeat himself because the crowd's murmurs or distant hollers spoke over him. “I do it so I can get paid to do things I actually want to do.”
“And what is that?” You ask.
To answer that, the Finn leaned back and looked around. “Meeting new people, forgetting about them, only to meet them again. I'm the same man I was before I joined, just more... well off. Nothing has... nothing has change-”
A loud voice ripped through your conversation, from a great distance away. “WOOO! Get fucked!”
Molting the skin of a sane man in his seat, Lalli giggled as he rose up. “Like these idiots. They seem to be having fun. Let's see what they're up to.”
He grabs your shoulder and drags you off your seat, drink in hand, following the loud voices and strange accents.
Oh. Oh you know who these people are. That accent is unmistakable, though you've never heard it yourself. The drawling tones, spoken loudly and full of themselves. With words of straightforward and over-enunciated English, as if they wanted to make sure you wanted to hear every last word of what they were saying, because they couldn't be assed to learn any language of the places they went. There was no mistaking it, and as you found them, you knew you were not wrong.
