"Ohh." He paused for a moment, let her words sink in to avoid a misunderstanding, then nodded to himself. New information like this was understood and processed immediately, especially if he had a more personal interest in it. Obviously, she didn’t exactly seem the type to attend what she referred to as rock concerts, because she did not fulfill a single one of the given stereotypes applied to the image. "Which genre do you enjoy in particular?", he asked, leaning forward just enough to imply he was truly compelled by the subject, "Although people like to sum it all up with one or two words, the various scenes are vastly different from each other, mostly due to the time when they developed, where they were first made popular and which style they originally stemmed from." He cleared his throat and shifted a little as a single, most embarrassing thought crossed his mind. "You know that, of course. I’m not telling you anything new here." It would probably be wiser for him to finally consider the fact that they were on a par intellectually in some subjects, especially those that concerned her as he found her to be equally passionate about her interests as he was.
Work seemed to be one of those things, and he couldn’t help but smile when she laid out the facts for him, that particular little hitch in her voice showing him more than clearly just how much she’d put into that case already. “This is very thorough work”, he noted, “Again, I appreciate it. It should further our investigations a lot.” And he even knew exactly where he’d start and how he’d structure on aligning his material with Miss Royer’s. Still, he heard his stomach rumbling, and turned around. “Food is a very good key word.”
The bright sunlight outside rendered him more or less blind for a good minute since he had forgotten his sunglasses, but he soon adjusted. They were going at a casual pace, strolling, almost sauntering, and it proved to be a pleasant walk with light conversation that he actually enjoyed and had less and less difficulties to participate in. When she placed her order, he watched curiously, partly because he wasn’t too good giving them up himself, partly because he wanted to see what her nutritional preferences were. Her taste wasn’t exactly surprising, but all the more fitting. Sweet, light, particular, very much like her. He actually had wanted to ask the barista about the origin of the meat used in their sandwiches, but he didn’t want to keep Miss Royer waiting outside and went with a baguette jambon and a coffee with three extra portions of sugar. He thanked the man behind the counter, grabbed his lunch and joined his colleague outside.
She looked at him with a warm smile as he talked. Music was one of the few subjects she could really go on about for a long time, much to the annoyance of those around her. “Well, I mostly listen to metal. I could talk for days about all of the different subgenres, but I tend to like symphonic metal the best. I also like glam metal, rap metal and black metal. Some of my favorite bands are Cradle of Filth, Putrid Pile, Cryptopsy, Acacia Strain, Amon Amarth, Rammstein, Motley Crue, Black Sabbath… I could keep going, but I won’t. But I also enjoy other genres. There’s at least a few songs in every genre I like. I listen to a lot of rap, like Ludacris, Nelly, Nas, Eminem; electronica like Blood On The Dance Floor; but I also really enjoy classical and opera. Sarah Brightman, Andrea Boccelli, Pavarotti…” she finally paused and looked up at him with another smile as they left the building. “’Vesti La Giubba’ is one of my favorite songs of all time.” She looked down at the ground as they walked, a blush crawling over her features as she was now feeling quite a bit more nerdy than she did before. “I heard Pagliacci is going to be playing in DC for a few weeks. It would be cool to see.” Her voice was barely above a whisper now and she quickly welcomed any change in topic. After just a moment, she made a comment about the weather, then remained somewhat quiet until reaching the café.
She sat down with her food, smiling again as he sat across from her. “Have you ever eaten here before?” She wasn’t sure exactly how much he got out. He was pleasant company, though. He seemed to listen when she spoke, which was nice. She was used to guys treating her rather poorly. Not wanting to waste too much of her lunch musing, she took a bite of her sandwich. It was refreshing, as ever. She briefly contemplating bringing something back for Jo, but she wasn’t sure if she had eaten yet, or what kind of a mood she was in, or if she already had plans. Though she tried not to think about work too much while she was on lunch, she felt herself getting anxious to get back to work on this case.
would anyone be upset if I reblogged a ton of Art Student Owl memes? because that’s my mood tonight. I’ll tag them as “mun things” and “mun life” in case someone wants to block those tags. But, ASO is my life (literally) (except I don’t smoke and I don’t drink. Or do any kind of drugs. ASO is a bad role model kids. Don’t be like him.)
Art student owl is the best. Go for it.
support group for everyone who can’t hug their best friend/significant other right now