[Dark hair, blue eyes, stupid look on his face. He wants to say, "Is he the sort of person who'd pretend he knew how to ride a camel just because he watched a movie once", but no, if there's one thing this conversation is doing, it's making his stomach twist into strange knots — his grandfather might be dead, gone forever, and he's standing here struggling to describe the man to someone who might've known him decades ago (how? how can a meeting like this even be possible?) and he's not sure if he even remembers enough to do it. Maybe this is the penalty he's earned for always treating the old man with contempt, claiming impatience and begging off from family matters because he couldn't be bothered...
So he racks his brain, trying to think of something that could make a connection, and eventually a memory from years ago resurfaces, a far-off distant thing from a family visit, back when he was only a child.]
He'd do this stupid trick.
[He closes his eyes beneath the brim of his hat, stance shifting almost imperceptibly as he grasps for the memory, only managing to drag it back at all because of how infuriating it'd been to experience it at the time.]
"Next you'll say...", and then he'd know. It really pissed me off.
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[Dark hair, blue eyes, stupid look on his face. He wants to say, "Is he the sort of person who'd pretend he knew how to ride a camel just because he watched a movie once", but no, if there's one thing this conversation is doing, it's making his stomach twist into strange knots — his grandfather might be dead, gone forever, and he's standing here struggling to describe the man to someone who might've known him decades ago (how? how can a meeting like this even be possible?) and he's not sure if he even remembers enough to do it. Maybe this is the penalty he's earned for always treating the old man with contempt, claiming impatience and begging off from family matters because he couldn't be bothered...
So he racks his brain, trying to think of something that could make a connection, and eventually a memory from years ago resurfaces, a far-off distant thing from a family visit, back when he was only a child.]
He'd do this stupid trick.
[He closes his eyes beneath the brim of his hat, stance shifting almost imperceptibly as he grasps for the memory, only managing to drag it back at all because of how infuriating it'd been to experience it at the time.]
"Next you'll say...", and then he'd know. It really pissed me off.