09-04-2018, 08:46 AM
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People certainly liked to talk in this little civilisation, although it only counted when you wanted to listen. Every day, there was just enough going on between the residents that a passing week seemed eventful at the time it happened, but when the weeks were averaged over a year the spiking line of significant happenstances flattened into nothing at all. Rialto was accustomed to tuning out the more inane gossip, but not wholly - there was always merit to hearing about what the barber had done, what Marethe had said at the grocer's in a fit of anger.
Because the town itself was, as the residents were, timeless; a smudged blot in a history book, days passing and people going and none of the infrastructure changing in the slightest until someone, once in a shiny blue moon, took initiative. You learned a lot about the people themselves, sometimes more than anything else. In a town so small, their lives wrapped around you like an ongoing biography. Alex's barhopping, hardly a shadow about the mysterious Cat who showed herself about once a week, and bold and bright Marissa causing an occasional ripple in town with some of her exploits. Nothing too risky; just little things about the new personality that was poking around at the town's little open secrets, figuring things out.
Like, right then. Rialto actually faltered, pulling the bowling ball back to cradle more comfortably after he was done posturing for the day. 'You can handle it?' he asked, and one didn't even need two eyes to see the doubt. A girl was desperate. Don't bag on his skinny little arms. 'We'll do you one better.' He bumped his side into Alex's, shooting them a sly grin, and said hopefully, 'Since it's opening day, free everything?'
[ go bowling 2/3 ]
Because the town itself was, as the residents were, timeless; a smudged blot in a history book, days passing and people going and none of the infrastructure changing in the slightest until someone, once in a shiny blue moon, took initiative. You learned a lot about the people themselves, sometimes more than anything else. In a town so small, their lives wrapped around you like an ongoing biography. Alex's barhopping, hardly a shadow about the mysterious Cat who showed herself about once a week, and bold and bright Marissa causing an occasional ripple in town with some of her exploits. Nothing too risky; just little things about the new personality that was poking around at the town's little open secrets, figuring things out.
Like, right then. Rialto actually faltered, pulling the bowling ball back to cradle more comfortably after he was done posturing for the day. 'You can handle it?' he asked, and one didn't even need two eyes to see the doubt. A girl was desperate. Don't bag on his skinny little arms. 'We'll do you one better.' He bumped his side into Alex's, shooting them a sly grin, and said hopefully, 'Since it's opening day, free everything?'
[ go bowling 2/3 ]