Post by KNOX CAESAR KETILL on Aug 29, 2012 16:49:19 GMT -5
[/color] he admitted softly, rubbing at the side of his face. He generally avoided magazines about law, too, though he enjoyed reading and his parents usually had those lying around the house.Lawyers could starve. As far as he knew, those lawyers tended to be the ones who worked for the government. His parents worked for more private franchises, like hospitals and such. He didn’t ask too much about the details because he had relatively little interest in it, for which they would probably chastise him, but he didn’t care too much about that either. They didn’t know what he wanted to do with his life—only lifted eyebrows at the major he had chosen and shook their heads because he was unlikely to ever get a good job. They didn’t want him to survive off their riches once they passed away. They wanted him to be able to support himself. So he needed to find a place in the world where he would be okay to survive. He wasn’t sure where that would be. He wasn’t sure with whom that would be, if anyone. Maybe he would end up marrying his best friend just because it was easier that way, and they’d have an open relationship in which both cheated on the other because they would never fall in love with their spouse. It was a sad ending, not one he wanted to commit to.
He wasn’t sure what it was he wanted to commit to. Maybe it would be better not to think of any future and plan for it too much at all. Maybe he’d be happier without expectations. At least that way, his dreams and hopes couldn’t be dashed too much. Maybe, intuitively, he knew this already. After all, he had no expectations to be published. He had no expectations of ever making it onto the New York Times’ Bestseller List, though he did have the thought that it would be wonderful if he did make it. He shook his head quickly, shoving the thoughts form it. No use, wandering off into some fantasy world. He shook his head again when she asked about his interest, among which law wasn’t included. After all, children didn’t have to be like their parents in every way and facet. He just couldn’t picture himself doing anything that lawyers did, except maybe the desk work. “I-I… I’m m-more into ling-linguistics,”
He didn’t really follow developments in science either. Like math and law, science wasn’t really something with which he was fascinated. He liked sticking to his languages. That was it. Did that make him narrow-minded? Perhaps. But he was relatively happy as he was, though the shyness hardly helped that factor. It didn’t usually make him faint unless he felt completely overwhelmed, which usually only happened when huge crowds of people were yelling and surrounding him and asking questions and being troublesome in other ways. It was a bit troublesome that she wouldn’t just pick something, but he wasn’t about to complain about it. Instead, he simply set to making some hot chocolate by heating two mugs of milk in the microwave, facing her, not sure what to say until she asked another question. “Tuesday,”[/color] he inserted softly. It seemed so long away. “Sh-she wasn’t gone t-too long.” The microwave beeped, and he turned around again, reaching for the chocolate powder.
He’d walk her home later, even if it was dark by then. He didn’t want her to walk home alone, mostly because it seemed a bit rude, even considering the distance. She was probably tougher than he—he made the assumption knowing himself, rather than knowing her—but it still seemed a better idea that he shouldn’t leave her wandering down the street on her own, even if this was a relatively safe neighborhood and even though she technically lived right next door. The phrase didn’t seem appropriate because the houses were so far apart, but he didn’t have a more fitting one. When she expressed the desire to leave (he wasn’t about to force her to if she liked hanging out at his place), he’d get her her shoes and coat and walk her out. If his parents returned by then, they’d probably encourage him to do so anyway. They weren’t likely to return that quickly, though, and he pushed it from his mind. He’d deal wiht it when the time came to do so.[/justify][/size][/blockquote]
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