He shook his head shortly, reddening. "I really don't. Get out much, that is. And nothing in the papers ever interests me. I don't even read them." He had started to realize just how sheltered his life was, and it was mortifying. He should at least be reading the paper, he thought to himself. Most people were simply boring to him, and most of what was in the papers concerned people he didn't know or care about. "The police don't know anything yet? What do you think happened?" His hand goes to a thin gold chain around his neck as he speaks, on which is suspended a small watch with a tiny clockwork dragon twined around it. Another subconscious habit. "You didn't know any of them, did you?"
"Nah they they don't know what is going on or maybe they do, you never know they hold things from the public. From the way they put it I think someone had it out for them. Who knows. Some men just want to see the world suffer." He gave a small non threatening chuckle afterwards, brushing a strand of hair back behind his ears. Clarence shook his head slightly. "No I didn't know any of them, I just read the reports to catch up on who's dead and who's not." Which was true he did read for partially that reason, the other part being to see if the police knew anything yet.
"Oh, yeah. I suppose so." He stared down at his tankard, largely untouched, and wondered whether or not he should drink it at all. Well, why not? Picking it up unceremoniously, he tipped only a little into his mouth and nearly chokes, hastily replacing it on the table.
Looking back up at Clarence, he furrowed his brow. "Why would you want to read reports on seemingly random murders of people you've never even met?" The question was completely innocent, aimed more at the air in front of him than at the doctor directly. He rests his chin on a hand lazily, a pondering expression on his face.
Looking back up at Clarence, he furrowed his brow. "Why would you want to read reports on seemingly random murders of people you've never even met?" The question was completely innocent, aimed more at the air in front of him than at the doctor directly. He rests his chin on a hand lazily, a pondering expression on his face.
Clarence laughed slightly when Ben almost choked on his drink, tilting his head to the side. "I have my reasons, just as you have yours for not getting out. Just about everything has an explanation weather you want to know or the other wants you to know is something that's up to both parties. The world is a wonderful place with many secrets." Oh the boy was very curious and had plenty of questions, but he would be damned if he would give him a straight answer at all. No one needed to know what he did besides those that he was paid to kill and that was only before they died taking the secret they learned with them.
"Of course…I shouldn't have pried." He said as he turns his head away, embarrassedly wiping the drink from his mouth and chin with a sleeve. Speaking as though thinking aloud, he gazed into the empty space in front of him. "Full of secrets, yes, but I don't think it's all that wonderful." The room began to lighten slowly, sudden afternoon sunlight streaming in through the dusty window. People began to leave, letting the not unpleasant scent of petrichor and machinery from the street as they opened the door. Ben debates in his mind whether to leave, but why should he now that he was actually engaged in an interesting conversation? The bar wasn't so bad anyway, now that most of the people had gone. It was quiet except for a battered-looking machine in the corner that played soft, static-filled music and skipped from time to time.
At the sight of the light coming in from the windows Clarence perked up, turning around in the seat he was sitting in to watch as people got up and began to leave. When everything got quiet once more his eyes brows furrowed. All that time spent and he still hadn't found the man he was looking for. He had been told he would be here, it was partialy why he had come in the first place. The blonde slammed a fist down on the table swearing under his breath as he yanked his hand back away at the jolt of pain that came from his stitching. It was then that his blue eyes fell back onto the young man he had been talking to, the anger falling from his face. "Sorry. I didn't mean to."
Ben flinched violently as Clarence's hand collided with the table. "What…What's wrong?" Several other people in the bar…especially the bartender…gave them strange looks before going back to their conversations and tasks. "Did I say something?" Ben looks genuinely concerned, frightened of upsetting the strange doctor…who didn't seem like the sort of man Ben wanted on his bad side. He glanced around the room with a nervous expression, then slowly started to stand. "I really should go…my father will be expecting me back at the shop soon."
Clarence put his hand against his forehead, letting his shoulders fall. "Ah, no. It wasn't you, just business sort of stuff." He hadn't meant to frighten the man especially since he was talking to him and wasn't like the rest of the people around who were freaked out about his scars. The blonde understood though he wasn't exactly the most friendly of a person despite being a doctor. "I should probably head back as well. You're welcome to stop by though when ever you want or if you need anything."
Ben nods, wondering what sort of business Clarence could mean.
"I'll keep that in mind. The same goes for you as well, if you ever need anything fixed. The shop's open from seven to six on weekdays. And…I don't just do watches, I'm told I've got a way with all machines." He smiles, speaking in a genuinely humble tone, and extends a hand to shake after an awkward uncertain pause. "It's been a pleasure talking. See you around then, I suppose."
"I'll keep that in mind. The same goes for you as well, if you ever need anything fixed. The shop's open from seven to six on weekdays. And…I don't just do watches, I'm told I've got a way with all machines." He smiles, speaking in a genuinely humble tone, and extends a hand to shake after an awkward uncertain pause. "It's been a pleasure talking. See you around then, I suppose."
A tall, mean looking, woman suddently bursted into the pub, her fine leather white coat seemed completely soaked and her light blue hair was dirty and messy, it was no wonder why she looked soo angry and stressed. Her first act was the examine the room, her eyes pierced trough everybody in the room, finally arriving at the long haired gentleman who was ready to take his leave. It only took her a few steps to approach his table, she looked him up and down with a discontent look and with an equally discontent voice she announced: "Clarence, eh ? Sorry for being late mate, i had some problems back at the hospital."
//And that's when you realise that this post is two years old, boy o' boy...
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