<when> worlds ^Collide^, Tag: Pom

[Hansi Kursch]

Hansi pursed his lips slightly and absently wondered if this man would have a heart attack if he told him his /real/ age.
He managed a smile and he nodded slowly.
"Um, ok. but I'm really not that hungry...." he blinked a bit at this man, still looking him over, there was something sinister about him, something oppressive like thunderclouds.
The chronomancer didnt know what to make if it.

He pushed his hands into his pockets and averted his eyes.

[Pompeii Delirium]

He sighed, "Then we can just walk...or something..." Pompeii turned to Hansi and blinked, looking him over while the other looked him over. He lifted a brow, "You still uncomfortable?" He asked, chuckling darkly afterwards. Damn, he could be mean sometimes. He put his hands behind his back and hummed gently as he walked. "I don't want you to feel uneasy...if you continue to date Savannah, and you marry him or something...you'll be part of the family..."

[Hansi Kursch]

Hansi managed a weak smile and he shook his head slowly.
"It's not uncomfort so much as it is confusion, I've never met someone who could shake me, so to speak, normally I'm not this jittery. So fell lucky you have this effect on me." he cleared his throat and sighed.

oh,
so it was a white lie.
The elders scared the hell out of Hansi.
They really did, what with them claiming him and all.
Saying that he belonged to them and that they could do whatever they wanted to him whenever they wanted to.
Hansi surpressed a shudder and smiled at Pompeii and slowly he forced his fear away again.

"So, what do you do for a living?" he asked.

[Pompeii Delirium]

"Believe me, love..." Pompeii started as he ran his fingers through his hair, "I do indeed feel lucky, though I usually have this said effect on a lot of people. I am quite used to it." He enjoyed it every time, as well. He didn't see why he wouldn't, either. To be feared was something that actually felt pretty good... He sighed, rolled his shoulders and turned his face away from Hansi as he went along. "Me? Well, I own a club..." He said softly, sighing.

It wasn't a lie, that was for sure. It may have not been the WHOLE truth, but it was no lie. "What about you? Do you do anything?" He asked, questioning this about him.

[Hansi Kursch]

When asked what he did for a living Hansi kinda blanked out, he couldnt just tell everyone that he was a chronomancer....besides, this man gave him squiggy feelings and he couldnt stop shaking.

"Oh, I'm a landscaper," he smiled lightly, "I've got a few occupations really...but landscapery is my favorite..." he trailed off and looked around.

"Tell me more about this club..."