second | voice + action

[halflived]

[The day starts like any other since he started working at Seventh Heaven a month back: go in, open up and prepare what he has to, make the food for the morning customers. Aleos has learned to take it all in stride, and once the number of people starts to dwindle down he takes time to rest against the counter, fiddling with his journal. There was something that had been bothering him since before he arrived, and now... It's a good time as any to ask, isn't it? So he takes a few deep breaths and starts to speak, hoping he doesn't sound too much look a fool.]

voice.

What does a name mean to you? Almost everyone has them, but it's not exactly uncommon to go by a nickname, or another name altogether. The latter part of the group interests me a little more—why did you not keep your original name?

... Why didn't you change your name? [He must sound so stupid with this, and he shakes his head a little in frustration. Public speaking wasn't his strongest suit.]

And if you've had enough hearing about that, I guess I'll take the time to ask about a fighting instructor, or partner. Self-defense, firearms and a little swordsmanship, that's what I know. But I'm not calling myself an experienced fighter.

[That should be good enough. Once he's received some answers and dealt with anyone lingering in the restaurant as his shift ends, he'll be heading out to go mill about the battle dome, observing anyone using the rooms but not in a hurry to go in himself, if at all.]

Comments

[disastergirl]

[Wow, how long had it been since someone had called her "miss"? It was a little nostalgic, in a way.]

Likewise, but I hope you're not expecting me to call you "Mr Aleos" in return.

[halflived]

[He's polite by default, though he wouldn't mind calling her by that title if he knew she preferred it.]

Not exactly, unless you really want to. People just call me by my first name or surname.

[disastergirl]

Alright, Aleos it is, then.

[If nothing else, her attitude was in sharp contrast to his own at the moment. Magdalen had done what he could to teach her manners, but getting it all to stick was another matter entirely.]

By the way...why did you bring up nicknames in the first place? Did you get stuck with one you don't like?

[halflived]

[He had a brief stage in his childhood where he was like that, and would actually be able to relate if she said anything about it.]

It's not so much that I don't like it...

[disastergirl]

Then what's wrong with it? You don't exactly sound happy about it either.

[C'mon man, you can't just leave her hanging like that!]

[halflived]

[It's what he does!]

Well... I wasn't aware it was nickname? [He even makes some vague hand gestures to note his disbelief, even if she can't see it.]

[disastergirl]

...How? Did no one ever use your real name? That's pretty weird.