"Information can do plenty harm, miss." He said, his voice serious. "If you know things people don’t want you to know, you become a problem. These mobs, they don’t like problems, so they’ll do everything in their power to eradicate you." He should know, he was the one who did the eradicating. Her next words made him smile slightly, shaking his head. "And I’d hate to see such a lovely woman as yourself in trouble."
He shook his head, leaning his head down so only she could hear him. “I don’t collect them, I use them to protect myself. The mobs are unexpected, at any moment you could become a target. I’d rather be safe than dead.”
Seems like he knew quite a lot about these mobs after all. She was aware of everything he said. Heck, a toddler at these times would, which hurt her feelings because did she really look that dense. She thought he would be able to enclose some events regardless, but it was like talking to some cop when his knowledge over crime matters proved that he could be from that line. It was likely that he was a member himself, but she kept that comment at bay.
Her head lowered, making out what he said over the crowd and loud blares of instruments not too far. But it wasn’t just him trying to make it easier for him to be heard, he was telling her a secret, one he preferred not another to hear. “If that’s the case, everyone should carry these around. It must be exciting to be you, dodging danger, chasing thrills.”
~The only way I ever need to fall asleep~
My words … and I still believe <3
Yankee took a sip of his drink, shrugging his shoulders. “I know that they’re two siblings who are in a pretty heated gang war. I don’t know too much, since nobody in those gangs would dare let their secrets out in fear of getting killed.” Yeah, by him and his sister. It was just business, nothing more.
"A lady like you shouldn’t be getting so concerned over those gangs. You might end up angering the wrong people, and then who knows what could happen." He said with a frown, not enjoying the possibility that if she kept sticking her nose in this business, she might just end up getting herself killed. he really didn’t want to be the one to do it, not to such a pretty face.
"Apologies, love. I’m no help in that department."
So they’re siblings. The blonde had her complete attention to each and every one of his words, hands clenching in excitement and a tiny smile on her face. It was as if she was waiting for Santa Clause to show up while waiting on the stairs. But just like those moments, she was disappointed but each time, she’d try again. That’s all he had to say? No- there must be more.
"And a gentleman like you would say just that. Come on, what’s some information going to do any harm?" She placed her hand on her cheek, pouting when the other frowned. "You don’t look half bad when you frown. But you are pretty dashing when you smile."
Ah well, she might get back to that topic later. “Do you collect those daggers? Why do you carry those around?”
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" ———- Well I suppose that’s sort of flattering considering we’ve never met before."
Cecily looked at him slightly curiously as he grinned, her violet-blue eyes blinking a few times. Perhaps he found the question amusing. “I see. I’m currently teaching philosophical literature in another class of mine. That includes authors from all over the world. Though I must confess, I have yet to become familiar with some American authors outside of that field.”
It was strange — everyone knew who she was and yet not the other way around. People here were friendly enough, if rather gossipy. That was something she wasn’t used to.
"Well as soon as I arrived, I dove straight into teaching. I confess I have not yet had the time to look around and soak in the new town. Though people seem to be nice enough here." Cecily was only here for one school year, anyway. It was a temporary, contractual arrangement so Cecily was not looking to get attached to this town or the people within it too much.
"I can always introduce you to a few. Like how you’re used to authors of the world, I’m only used to a few key American ones. Not that I dislike any others, it’s jut that you don’t tend to read all that much outside of what you have to teach." He shrugged with one shoulder, "maybe that’s just me. I mean, people can always make the time, but most of my time goes by grading, or other things."
Other things, talk about vague. Cooper didn’t want to tell everything about himself and overwhelm her. He knew if that happened the other way around, he wouldn’t take that well. But he didn’t want to sound like the kind of teacher who only focused on school. That would make him more like the kinds of teachers who didn’t have a life outside of school, or what one of his students playfully theorized- that teachers were robots who recharged in school. No, he did have a life- he was known for being an adrenaline junkie, but this location would not allow him to prove that,
"For as long as you here, you might as well soak up the town. I know you’re here for just teaching, but at some point it gets to be a bore if that’s all you do. If you’d like, I can show you round." It was a quaint, small town, so gossip happened, but that didn’t make anyone unfriendly. He waited for her answer expectantly, already done with his cup of tea.