You Don't Impress Me Much (Eugene)
Nov 1, 2015 15:01:57 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2015 15:01:57 GMT -5
“Don’t patronize me,” he said with a sour scowl. “I’m gonna be a doctor one day,” he announced with pride. “Or a physicist.” Maybe. Gene hadn’t quite decided which one he wanted to do yet. He knew that becoming a doctor would be the best case scenario, but it was always good to have backup options. He had to get his grades up first…sigh…
“Kodi….a nickname for what?” He had to ask, because off the top of his head, the only name he could think it was short for was… “Is your name Dakota?” he asked, turning his gaze to look at Kodi with a face that could only be described as pitying. “You poor thing. Your parents must’ve really hated you.” Because Dakota was a girl’s name. Most of the time.
That was another reason why Gene needed to be ‘kind’ to this poor person and offer him food. He probably didn’t have enough to feed himself anything good, except the basics(which Gene didn’t like eating so he assumed nobody else did either and would avoid it if they could afford to). The ‘thank you’ though….Gene looked away, his expression remaining firm and blank, though a touch of pink showed on his cheeks. “….don’t call me that…” he muttered under his breath. This guy was an annoying, buzzing mosquito, as far as Gene was concerned.
“It’s food. I like it,” Gene said simply, not responding to any of the bit about what he ate at home. That was none of his business. Gene paid with a bill that was clearly too large for a purchase of no more than $5, effectively cleaning out the store’s register of all it’s ones and fives. Gene held the wad in one hand, and the bag with his nutella in the other, staring contemplatively at the wad as he exited the store. “Don’t worry about it,” he said absently. “It’s practically nothing.” These bills weren’t going to fit in his wallet, he determined. As they continued to walk down the sidewalk towards the Lakeview neighborhood, Gene spotted a street musician, jamming out quietly(and off key) on his guitar. Gene dropped the whole wad into the guy’s guitar case as they passed by, not even sparing a moment to look at the man playing as he did so. Gene didn’t care, the guy probably needed it more than he did, if he was willing to lower himself to what was basically begging in the street. He pulled out a nutella snack and opened it, dipping in a biscuit stick and chomping on it’s goodness. Mmm…
“Kodi….a nickname for what?” He had to ask, because off the top of his head, the only name he could think it was short for was… “Is your name Dakota?” he asked, turning his gaze to look at Kodi with a face that could only be described as pitying. “You poor thing. Your parents must’ve really hated you.” Because Dakota was a girl’s name. Most of the time.
That was another reason why Gene needed to be ‘kind’ to this poor person and offer him food. He probably didn’t have enough to feed himself anything good, except the basics(which Gene didn’t like eating so he assumed nobody else did either and would avoid it if they could afford to). The ‘thank you’ though….Gene looked away, his expression remaining firm and blank, though a touch of pink showed on his cheeks. “….don’t call me that…” he muttered under his breath. This guy was an annoying, buzzing mosquito, as far as Gene was concerned.
“It’s food. I like it,” Gene said simply, not responding to any of the bit about what he ate at home. That was none of his business. Gene paid with a bill that was clearly too large for a purchase of no more than $5, effectively cleaning out the store’s register of all it’s ones and fives. Gene held the wad in one hand, and the bag with his nutella in the other, staring contemplatively at the wad as he exited the store. “Don’t worry about it,” he said absently. “It’s practically nothing.” These bills weren’t going to fit in his wallet, he determined. As they continued to walk down the sidewalk towards the Lakeview neighborhood, Gene spotted a street musician, jamming out quietly(and off key) on his guitar. Gene dropped the whole wad into the guy’s guitar case as they passed by, not even sparing a moment to look at the man playing as he did so. Gene didn’t care, the guy probably needed it more than he did, if he was willing to lower himself to what was basically begging in the street. He pulled out a nutella snack and opened it, dipping in a biscuit stick and chomping on it’s goodness. Mmm…