3 hours ago
The weather was going to be bad - exceedingly bad. How bad it was going to get, Giovanni didn’t know, but he felt that it was going to be worse than they expected it to be. Giovanni was in a garage of some type - still in the industrial district. Apparently it was where Grym lived or worked or whatever. A combination of some sort. It didn’t really matter.
Giovanni still didn’t know why she had asked him to come with her after the ordeal with Zholdin. All he knew was when Grym beckoned, he had followed. Outside of the gopnik club, the voices inside had become completely silent again. The specters inside that fed on chaos were gone, replaced only by calm. It was an odd feeling - a feeling Giovanni hadn’t felt since he had left the Atharim. It was a feeling Giovanni was still trying to figure out.
Giovanni was sure Grym didn’t like him. He was equally sure she wanted to kill him, but as of yet, hadn’t done so. He didn’t know why. He hadn’t asked. In fact, he had barely spoken since they had left the club, answering only when spoken to, and even then, he spoke will generally monosyllabic answers. She still knew him as “Dante.” He hadn’t given her his real name yet or the name he had buried when he had fled. He hadn’t asked her anything, but when they had gotten some supplies, he had paid his fair share for them. He hadn’t even asked about the dreykan head. He knew she had wanted it, but didn’t know if she had swiped it from under Zholdin’s nose or not.
The silence wasn’t morose. He was quiet, but it was content. That was something else he hadn’t felt for a long time. The thought that existing was enough. It was all odd, and that is what led to the silence. He wasn’t being speculative and trying to figure out if he liked this or not. He had made no contact with Omar - who was probably freaking out by now, but Giovanni didn’t worry about that. He almost had no desire to return to Egypt, or go anywhere else.
His eyes looked around and landed on the car. Giovanni knew little about cars, but he knew enough to know that this one wasn’t a new one. They didn’t make cars like that anymore, but despite the age it was very well maintained. Grym took care of the vehicle. It was probably very important to her. So when Giovanni decided to speak it was to be about the car - something that his host found interesting, even if he had no idea what to say about it.
Giovanni remained seated, his eyes on the car. ”Interesting car - you don’t see them like that anymore.” his voice was measured and calm and he spoke as if this was completely natural, despite it being the first full sentence he had spoken since they had left the club. ”How long have you had it?”
Giovanni still didn’t know why she had asked him to come with her after the ordeal with Zholdin. All he knew was when Grym beckoned, he had followed. Outside of the gopnik club, the voices inside had become completely silent again. The specters inside that fed on chaos were gone, replaced only by calm. It was an odd feeling - a feeling Giovanni hadn’t felt since he had left the Atharim. It was a feeling Giovanni was still trying to figure out.
Giovanni was sure Grym didn’t like him. He was equally sure she wanted to kill him, but as of yet, hadn’t done so. He didn’t know why. He hadn’t asked. In fact, he had barely spoken since they had left the club, answering only when spoken to, and even then, he spoke will generally monosyllabic answers. She still knew him as “Dante.” He hadn’t given her his real name yet or the name he had buried when he had fled. He hadn’t asked her anything, but when they had gotten some supplies, he had paid his fair share for them. He hadn’t even asked about the dreykan head. He knew she had wanted it, but didn’t know if she had swiped it from under Zholdin’s nose or not.
The silence wasn’t morose. He was quiet, but it was content. That was something else he hadn’t felt for a long time. The thought that existing was enough. It was all odd, and that is what led to the silence. He wasn’t being speculative and trying to figure out if he liked this or not. He had made no contact with Omar - who was probably freaking out by now, but Giovanni didn’t worry about that. He almost had no desire to return to Egypt, or go anywhere else.
His eyes looked around and landed on the car. Giovanni knew little about cars, but he knew enough to know that this one wasn’t a new one. They didn’t make cars like that anymore, but despite the age it was very well maintained. Grym took care of the vehicle. It was probably very important to her. So when Giovanni decided to speak it was to be about the car - something that his host found interesting, even if he had no idea what to say about it.
Giovanni remained seated, his eyes on the car. ”Interesting car - you don’t see them like that anymore.” his voice was measured and calm and he spoke as if this was completely natural, despite it being the first full sentence he had spoken since they had left the club. ”How long have you had it?”