05-06-2009, 10:43 AM
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Honoré had forgotten how easy it was to get under people’s skin. It was never his intention to do so, of course. It just happened. He asked simple questions and others got offended, as always. Hence why he wasn't very surprised to see the devil-worshipping teenager stare at him with those… diabolic red eyes. The five-year-old male did his best to mirror the adolescent’s stare, but failed horribly at doing so. His “intense” stare consisted of him widening his eyes exaggeratedly. He managed to remain frog-eyed a few seconds, until it became evident that he had to blink at some point. And so he did.
His vision became blurry, thanks to his little stunt. And while the Genus was focused on regaining his bearings, the adolescent took the opportunity to pummel him with questions. Cheap shot. The younger male’s questions would've made sense to anyone who might’ve been listening. But not Honoré. This is what he chose to hear: “Japanese. Humans are devil worshippers. Japan evil culture in human books.” Selective hearing was a wonderful thing.
“Same thing,” he muttered, trying to understand what this guy’s point really was. It was all same in the end. He worshipped humans and humans worshipped the devil. But whatever, if he felt like wording it differently to make himself feel better, Honoré had no problem with that. “I’m Honoré from Québec. You?” Moody teenager from hell. The Québécois had to bite his tongue to keep himself from saying something along those lines.
His vision became blurry, thanks to his little stunt. And while the Genus was focused on regaining his bearings, the adolescent took the opportunity to pummel him with questions. Cheap shot. The younger male’s questions would've made sense to anyone who might’ve been listening. But not Honoré. This is what he chose to hear: “Japanese. Humans are devil worshippers. Japan evil culture in human books.” Selective hearing was a wonderful thing.
“Same thing,” he muttered, trying to understand what this guy’s point really was. It was all same in the end. He worshipped humans and humans worshipped the devil. But whatever, if he felt like wording it differently to make himself feel better, Honoré had no problem with that. “I’m Honoré from Québec. You?” Moody teenager from hell. The Québécois had to bite his tongue to keep himself from saying something along those lines.