|
|
Post by Claude Gray on Nov 25, 2012 10:13:04 GMT -6
Well that explains a lot Claude thought He's blind, makes sense I guess... kinda He sat there in the silence as they drove back to base, unsure of the days to come, he stroked Felix and laughed at Achille's remark. Claude hoped the ride would be quick so he could get settled into his room. It could take a while with his indecisiveness and oncoming items. Only time could tell when they arrive. "So where are all of you from? I always forget to ask really and it helps get a feel for what someone is like." He finally tried to break the silence. But could it really help?
He attempted to get comfortable in the car, but its always awkward for someone of his size. Made life really tough being so tall, especially being a spy. Takes some serious equipment to hide a gargantuan mess like him anywhere.
Felix continued to purr and finally decided to bat away at Achille's arm as though it were a cat toy.
|
|
|
|
Post by Eric on Nov 25, 2012 15:27:05 GMT -6
At Ian's insisting, she dropped the subject. If he was really alright with driving, she wouldn't push the subject. Still, Eric flashed him a smile, saying, "Thanks." She lounged back in the chair and watched the scenery, until that is Claude spoke. "Michigan," she replied, glancing at the spy crammed in the back seat, "Detroit, specifically. a shitty little apartment in the middle of the city. Nothing particularly special."
|
|
Ian
Truly Feared
Posts: 244
|
Post by Ian on Dec 1, 2012 23:09:24 GMT -6
Ian looked up slightly so he could see Claude in the rear view mirror, frowning a bit upon noticing the man's struggle to get comfortable. He figured it probably would have been a better idea to let Eric drive, then offer shotgun to the Spy. Damn. Not that it could be helped now...
"I'm from Ohio." He replied after Eric with a frank tone, devoting more of his attention to the turn he was making towards the town's exit. "Uh... Cincinnati, to be exact. What does that say about me?" He decided to follow it up with a question of his own, slightly curious as to what response he would receive. Plus, a little conversation to make the long journey back to Sawmill less tedious would be nice.
|
|
|
|
Post by Claude Gray on Dec 5, 2012 9:27:27 GMT -6
"Well I can suppose that you two may not like each other all that much." Claude finally replied, shifting around still. " But you seem to get along just fine. I myself have traveled all over but I grew up in the U.K. with nothing really to call my own. My parents kinda disowned me as a teen. I don't remember much to be honest."
"Ian I could assume that you're not much of a sports fan and Kinda got sick of the state itself. The people are diverse there, but not really that special. I don't think you're much of a sportsman, but you're parents aren't really either, nor most medics. Other wise you'd have joined Red to keep your Ohioan memorabilia. I'm gonna say half of these are guesses really though and i'm more than likely wrong." Claude rambled out rather quickly. He felt odd for making such an assumption so quickly and regretted it quite a bit, but he wanted to try and be Sherlock Holmes for once. Claude smiled finally looking down, embarrassed.
|
|
