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[hr] [color=CAA453][i][center]"We can talk about this later if you'd like."

"...if you'd like."[/center][/i][/color]

It irked him. Far more than he thought possible, his brother's terse response had irked him. He did that a lot, dumbing things down enough so that Alex and his passing interest could grasp whatever important thing was happening in the world of technology or Pariah Online. It came as a shock to him that Logan hadn't acted any differently. It was as if his brother still saw him as a bored and uninvolved non-gamer that needed condensed explanations. That he drew such a bold conclusion from Alex's paragraph of writing felt like a disrespect to all the danger he'd already been subjected to. 

He rapped his knuckles against the tavern's tables, oblivious to the occasional glance from denizens and wayfarers alike. He arrived far too early, but that was fine. It gave him time to settle down and reflect, at least. The lack of information from his brother had only stoked his worries rather than quelled them. He desperately wanted to know more, both about his brother and the guild. What did it mean when the name of someone he knew was written next to the word "injured"? What did it mean when he described guild politics as "crazy"? He couldn't just pay for a carriage and find out for himself. He would have to somehow transmit as much of his feelings onto a parchment as possible. Even the idea of that was irritating. 

[color=#87c735]"Man..."[/color] he groaned, letting his knuckles drag against the wood. 

Seele arrived not long after. She took a seat beside him and let out a yawn halfway through her sentence, drawing a smirk from his pensive expression. 

[color=#87c735]"Did you go to bed late back in the real world? All our bad habits are gonna start catching up to us now, you know."[/color] He always struggled to eat at regular times given his propensity to throw himself at tasks, and Pariah had done a good job of reminding him how deeply engrained that had been in his personality. He didn't feel guilty about it though. Taverns didn't ask questions if you showed up at weird times, after all. 

[color=#87c735]"I honestly just wanna get things done. Yeah, danger and all that, but being cooped up and talking to people all the time is getting to me I think."[/color] He leaned forward to rest his chin on the palms of his hands, tossing aside the stray memories of every strained conversation he'd been subjected to since the announcement. [i]He[/i] was supposed to be the awkward one in introductions, so having everyone else start acting even worse hadn't been an enjoyable experience. 

[color=#87c735]"Hmm, but going to the hallmasters probably means good cash. It sounds bad saying this out loud, but we're gonna need it on a regular basis."[/color] His brain had begun to connect the modern idea of a job performed every day with the fantastical world of Pariah Online despite his hesitation to do so. [color=#87c735]"Regular basis as in making it a habit to do this a lot, talking to our hallmasters a lot, building a reputation."[/color] The irritation that he'd been amassing reached its peak as he pushed out his conclusion.

[color=#87c735]"Looking at what we're doing like a job, basically. A real job for our now real world." [/color] He groaned.  



 
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