Hey! It's me again, I uh, brought you some hydrangeas! As a thank you, of course. Nothing more. Wasn't sure what your fav colour was..so I just got a mix. Hope you like them!
He holds out a large bouquet with an assortment of pink, blue and purple hydrangeas, offering it to you.
Oh! Thank you, these are wonderful. Haha, I probably wouldn’t have been able to tell you my favorite color anyways, who really needs to remember the little things?
The add on sounded like a bitter attempt at comforting himself over not being able to remember said “little things.” He does take a nice look at the flowers, glancing over the petals.
Chase tilted his head ever so slightly, confused at your last statement, but shook it off lightly.
Well, I just thought I'd call in to you again anyways, you know? Sorry if I'm pestering you, it's just that talking to you helps me get my head on straight, clear my mind, right? I've been doing a lot of thinking recently and whenever you cross my mind it helps me see reason, it's odd. But anyways, I hope you like the flowers, I would've bought you a pot too, but I know you're not the type to garden, hah.
Hey, did you wanna know 'bout my folks and how we go about our day and stuff? I remember you mentioning it, if now isn't the best time that's fine too though, I don't mind.
Something was less abrasive about his demeanour when around you as to when he spoke with anyone else, a softer sheen unseen by the outside world.
Well, I’ve been told I’m a pretty reasonable guy, haha. Maybe that’s why! Thanks for looking out, they’d probably die quicker in the pot than just in a vase for me, haha. Just gotta hope the fuzzy shit’s don’t get to them.
OH! Yes, ABSOLUTELY! C’mon inside, now, now—Sorry for the mess I don’t bother much, make yourself comfortable at the couch it’s to the left, right, fuck I always forget, left just sounds better to me what can I say, I need to get these situated in my office and grab another notebook and pen and—DON’T SAY A THING TILL I’M BACK I NEED TO HEAR EVERYTHING!
And as frantically as he started he left you there standing as he rushed upstairs. The home was of decent size, it was clearly meant to have been having another person living with him though. There was children’s books on the shelves and a few animal toys in the corner. The place was a mess, to say the least. Looked like he hadn’t cleaned it in a hot minute, but it was bearable. It seemed like the kitchen was the only spot he kept routinely clean. That or he just didn’t use it. There were a couple of bookshelves overstuffed with books and stuff that definitely didn’t belong on bookshelves. There was a few dead plants, and various other clutter. The furniture and technology was dated. A rotary phone sat on a desk and it looked like the lights were just about to die.
Chase watched John fumble his way up the stairs as his mind started to wander yet again. There was a certain air of mystery that clung around John like a cheap cologne and he just couldn't pinpoint what made it so.
Chase cautiously made his way through the threshold of the door and sat himslef down on the old, lived-in couch. A layer of dust lifted as he sat down and made him cough once or twice.
He liked being in John's company a lot more than he anticipated, and wondered if he had ever enjoyed being with someone as much as this. He patiently awaited his arrival while he could hear John flustering around upstairs.
The house felt like an anachronism, between the old rotary phones, the amount of notes strewn accross the place and the children's books and toys in the corner, a painful reminder of something that once was. Chase didn't give it much thought as he waited.
John rushed back down the stairs, carrying two notebooks and a pen this time.
Sometimes I wonder if falling down these damn stairs would make it quicker!
He grumbled as he nearly tripped. He went to go sit beside Chase, before dropping the notebooks and heading towards the kitchen first.
D’ya like tea?
He shouted from the kitchen despite the fact it’d still be plenty easy to hear him if he hadn’t. He doubled the water in the kettle without waiting for an answer and stared at it while it boiled.
After a moment, he slowly and carefully walked back to Chase, placing a tea cup on the coffee table in front of them.
He plopped down next to Chase, picking up the smaller note book and clicking his pen a few times.
Now! Whatever you want to tell, I’d love to hear!
Chase smirked while his tail swayed slightly as John sat himself down next to him, his the tension in his shoulders releasing somewhat as he picked up the hot teacup.
Well, whatdya want to hear? My mother's tongue, my own folks, holidays, traditions, folktales, or whatever? Oh, and I'm assuming you wanna hear about my ma's side, I mean, there's not much info I could give ya on human texts that isn't already available online or somethin'. Oh, and I guess I could try and describe our biomechanics or whatever, but I ain't no college major! Hah..
Chase took a sip from the teacup but almost spat it out before realising it was much hotter than expected and burnt his tongue.
He hissed through his teeth as the cup was placed back down again, flapping his hand in attempt to "cool" his tongue.
Hey, what kinda tea is that, John? It's uh...it's hot alright!
His eyes were watering now, his hands used to the heat while his tongue was not.
I’d prefer information you’re concrete on! Leaving an unknown is always better than having less than or even straight misinformation.
He said, he never had an idea of what to start with, he wasn’t sure what was most important to them. He knew that asking the sources could provide plenty of bias, but that’s how it had to go sometimes.
Do just start with what you know best or feel is most important, you’ve got plenty of time to tell me all about it!
As Chase burnt his tongue he couldn’t help but laugh. It was an obnoxious and loud one, but he cut it after a moment.
It’s just lemon tea. It’s the only one I have right now, haven’t bothered to get more. Tea’s got nothin’ to do with it, you just haven’t given it a moment to cool down. The kettle boils the water, you know.
oh. I uh...didn't know. Usually we just heat things up with our hands. You guys can't do that??
his eyes rested on the kettle for a second before flickering over to you.
Anyways, I guess I can tell you about where we came from, if you'd like.
A long, long time ago, I think it was before yall were around?? Maybe? I dunno, anyways, a long time ago, the first agorides walked earth. Millions of em, empires and civilisations and the like. Then you guys came along, and my people became curious. Eventually, most of our amcestors had kids with humans, until they fizzled out entirely. By 1200, there was only a couple thousand agorides left, and my bloodline was one of the only pure ones till my ma had me with my da. Being pure of blood was seen as very prestigious in agoride culture, so they didn't quite like the fact that I was a half-breed after the bloodline being so pure for so long. They also didn't like that I was an only child. You see, agorides usually have up and around 80 kids in a family, to try and grow the population, but my ma only had one- me.
Nowadays there's only a couple hundred of us left...and soon enough? We'll go extinct.
Anyways, I ended up growing up in texas with my ma and pa- far away from the rest of the agorides so that we could live as peacefully as we could. My wife was the only other agoride that would still accept me, so it really hurt when she divorced me, I wouldn't even mind if she just wanted to stay friends- but nope! She just had to go and get that restraining order, didn't she? Sorry- I'm getting carried away. Was that enough about that for youse or did ya want more?
He awaited eagerly for the rest of your answer, sitting at the edge of his seat now as he tried to pick up the tea again, this time able to drink it a lot easier.
