08-03-2015, 06:27 PM
Again, new comers drew casual glances from both White and Koloman, before the two men returned to their mostly empty-aired debate over Koloman's pending trip to Africa. Their conversation broke briefly with chuckles at Claire's airs of enthusiasm; neither doubted she had much trouble wracking up decent tips from her regulars.
They glanced left and nodded relatively disinterested greetings as Michael took the next adjacent table, and White flagged off the table-top for a refill on his coffee, "Fine. So what about the training program? You ready to go through three months of outdated bullshit? All esprit de corps and that crap. You won't be seeing action any time soon you know."
Koloman smirked and shrugged, "Well, not all of us are super-soldiers John. One day you'll have to tell me where the hell you came from."
"I don't think so. You're in love with the mystery that is me. And besides, I'd have to kill you."
He smirked, an almost honest smile that still never quite reached his eyes, as was the case with most emotion.
They both glanced to Calvin when the man spoke to them, and while White groaned and shook his head, Koloman flashed a broad smile and nodded, "Thank you. Felt it was time to really do something that mattered."
"Great, just what you fucking need. Fuel for the fire that is your ego."
There was no malice in his tone of course; he was still just poking fun at Koloman for the man's foolish decision. "Don't encourage him, buddy. Koloman here just has a hard-on for that playboy kid-turned-general. Thinks the kid'll actually manage to make a difference before Africa kills him."
They glanced left and nodded relatively disinterested greetings as Michael took the next adjacent table, and White flagged off the table-top for a refill on his coffee, "Fine. So what about the training program? You ready to go through three months of outdated bullshit? All esprit de corps and that crap. You won't be seeing action any time soon you know."
Koloman smirked and shrugged, "Well, not all of us are super-soldiers John. One day you'll have to tell me where the hell you came from."
"I don't think so. You're in love with the mystery that is me. And besides, I'd have to kill you."
He smirked, an almost honest smile that still never quite reached his eyes, as was the case with most emotion.
They both glanced to Calvin when the man spoke to them, and while White groaned and shook his head, Koloman flashed a broad smile and nodded, "Thank you. Felt it was time to really do something that mattered."
"Great, just what you fucking need. Fuel for the fire that is your ego."
There was no malice in his tone of course; he was still just poking fun at Koloman for the man's foolish decision. "Don't encourage him, buddy. Koloman here just has a hard-on for that playboy kid-turned-general. Thinks the kid'll actually manage to make a difference before Africa kills him."