Maybe he should have ordered coffee.
It wasn't because the grape juice wasn't nutritious. It was. It tasted very good too. He could tell the fruits were squeezed that morning. it was simply because the cup was cold instead of warm. The coldness of the glass coursed through the surface and pierced into his hand. It felt numbing and uncomfortable if he held onto it for long. He would have preferred something warm and inviting to rest his hand upon. It would have helped him think.
He always needed to think. It was a weakness of his. It was always about something probably unimportant and unnecessary. Perhaps he tried too hard in the wake of following his father or maybe the case of his own ideals of high standards. The sweet smell from the juice in the glass, the sweet memories of home that were few and far between, the appreciation of sitting down in good company and to allow time to pass slowly. To enjoy one's day at a slower pace like one would enjoy a comforting meal. When did those ideals leave him?
He was so busy now, and there was always more work to do. How often would he have to bang his head against the wall of reality before it dawned on him that he was doing nothing but harming his own self by taking the burden up on his own? He had achieved this busy life some would be envy of, but at what cost? It felt just as cold at that glass in his hand.
A fingertail or two brushed past his bangs and he looked behind him. If only he could be a person to receive such a response from a lady. It was obvious she was happy to see the man that had walked into the place. His eyebrows loosened a bit and his gaze was afixed upon him.
He had very rarely cast his eyes upon a male of his kind. The Au Ra were a rare sight in Eorzea, and a brand new one given the scope of things. From what he was wearing, to the very makeup that decorated his face, Ryanti's thinking shifted to the possibilities of what this man from foreign lands far away had seen with those piercing eyes. His voice was of a lovely tenor, and did not invite hostility from those around him. However, his presence was heavy and stoic.
"You thunk to y'self, maybe talk to 'em?" The heavenly lass behind the warm greeting murmured to Ryanti. The young man glanced her way with an idly blink. "He don't bite. Only a lil'. Nothing much point havin' nerves. 'Sides I don't think a piece of paper do good as much as a person 'ould ey? You look like you got thick pockets y'self."
The young man couldn't help but smile, finishing his last drop of the glass as the Miqo'te woman giggled. "See! I tells ya!"
What approached Qadan today was not a man who saw his foreign commodity as something to be feared or shunned. Who approached Qadan today was also not a man of normal stature, and spoke with a highly educated tongue that betrayed his posh lineage, yet remained a leaned back demeanor about him despite the burden he carried in his eyes; it was a common thing all men with burdens could relate to. Yet when he finally did speak, his words were light and his tone casual.
He crossed his arms, glancing upon the grammatical nonsense that was the job board. "Same old stuff... you wonder how simple problems always tend to stick their head out again right when they're dealt with. No wonder there's endless work for people like.." he craned his neck to meet his gaze. He was -indeed- a tall figure. "Your-.... self."
It wasn't because the grape juice wasn't nutritious. It was. It tasted very good too. He could tell the fruits were squeezed that morning. it was simply because the cup was cold instead of warm. The coldness of the glass coursed through the surface and pierced into his hand. It felt numbing and uncomfortable if he held onto it for long. He would have preferred something warm and inviting to rest his hand upon. It would have helped him think.
He always needed to think. It was a weakness of his. It was always about something probably unimportant and unnecessary. Perhaps he tried too hard in the wake of following his father or maybe the case of his own ideals of high standards. The sweet smell from the juice in the glass, the sweet memories of home that were few and far between, the appreciation of sitting down in good company and to allow time to pass slowly. To enjoy one's day at a slower pace like one would enjoy a comforting meal. When did those ideals leave him?
He was so busy now, and there was always more work to do. How often would he have to bang his head against the wall of reality before it dawned on him that he was doing nothing but harming his own self by taking the burden up on his own? He had achieved this busy life some would be envy of, but at what cost? It felt just as cold at that glass in his hand.
A fingertail or two brushed past his bangs and he looked behind him. If only he could be a person to receive such a response from a lady. It was obvious she was happy to see the man that had walked into the place. His eyebrows loosened a bit and his gaze was afixed upon him.
He had very rarely cast his eyes upon a male of his kind. The Au Ra were a rare sight in Eorzea, and a brand new one given the scope of things. From what he was wearing, to the very makeup that decorated his face, Ryanti's thinking shifted to the possibilities of what this man from foreign lands far away had seen with those piercing eyes. His voice was of a lovely tenor, and did not invite hostility from those around him. However, his presence was heavy and stoic.
"You thunk to y'self, maybe talk to 'em?" The heavenly lass behind the warm greeting murmured to Ryanti. The young man glanced her way with an idly blink. "He don't bite. Only a lil'. Nothing much point havin' nerves. 'Sides I don't think a piece of paper do good as much as a person 'ould ey? You look like you got thick pockets y'self."
The young man couldn't help but smile, finishing his last drop of the glass as the Miqo'te woman giggled. "See! I tells ya!"
What approached Qadan today was not a man who saw his foreign commodity as something to be feared or shunned. Who approached Qadan today was also not a man of normal stature, and spoke with a highly educated tongue that betrayed his posh lineage, yet remained a leaned back demeanor about him despite the burden he carried in his eyes; it was a common thing all men with burdens could relate to. Yet when he finally did speak, his words were light and his tone casual.
He crossed his arms, glancing upon the grammatical nonsense that was the job board. "Same old stuff... you wonder how simple problems always tend to stick their head out again right when they're dealt with. No wonder there's endless work for people like.." he craned his neck to meet his gaze. He was -indeed- a tall figure. "Your-.... self."
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