I shouldn't delight so much in already causing someone to roll their eyes at me this soon after meeting them, but I can't help myself. I've only just met the man, and already, I'm giving him cause to make such a gesture at me. It might be a combination of my Candor and Dauntless upbringings; I do so enjoy raising people's hackles. Within reason, of course. I don't want him to actually hate me, after all.
"France? 1630?" I repeat. Our isolated education in Chicago barely acknowledged the rest of America, let alone the rest of the world. But I will admit that his accent is pleasant to listen to, even if I can barely comprehend the year he says he's from. "Well, that's...a ways away. And you don't say. I imagine you've had a bit of a shock." I answer his understatement with one of my own.
I have always been terrible at hiding my smirk; I don't even bother now, too openly amused by the cat-like arch of Athos' brow and the thin line of his lips, pressed together like a disappointed father. "She did," I nod. "And after a week here, I can see why. I mean, kudos, but damn is it loud for one apartment."
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"France? 1630?" I repeat. Our isolated education in Chicago barely acknowledged the rest of America, let alone the rest of the world. But I will admit that his accent is pleasant to listen to, even if I can barely comprehend the year he says he's from. "Well, that's...a ways away. And you don't say. I imagine you've had a bit of a shock." I answer his understatement with one of my own.
I have always been terrible at hiding my smirk; I don't even bother now, too openly amused by the cat-like arch of Athos' brow and the thin line of his lips, pressed together like a disappointed father. "She did," I nod. "And after a week here, I can see why. I mean, kudos, but damn is it loud for one apartment."