xfnoah:
It was hard to recall a time before Noah was as hostile as he was these days- for the town that would have been an almost impossible task. His distant stares, and pointed snarls soon to wash away the memories of the once golden smiled boy. Before he learnt to sharpen his talons and threaten those who dare stare too long.
He wouldn’t bother entertaining her idea of writing- small talk wasn’t what he was getting paid for. If Alice were here she’d love it, the thought of writing their own movie, the idea of wasting away her hours in endless conversation. But Noah, he had nothing more than a shrug to his shoulders. “Business that slow? Or is it desperation. I hear the bars normally gather a crowd longing for interaction.”
Juliet watched Noah curiously for a moment, watching his expressions and mannerisms. She’d remembered that one of her clients, Alice, had mentioned a Noah, but she couldn’t be sure that this was the right Noah, she had yet to meet everyone in the town, so there was bound to be others. But this Noah appeared to be displaying some grief symptoms. At this point though he didn’t seem to want to talk to her at all, let alone about someone who had passed. “Nope, business has actually been pretty good.” Juliet said with a smile “I prefer to talk to people who are sober, besides I like drinking at home anyway, so it would be a wasted trip. If you want me to stop talking I can, just tell me and I’ll be quiet until my movie starts.”
