Post by ZACK CHARMING on Mar 7, 2011 16:31:40 GMT -5
Zack grinned to himself as the final tile clicked into place. Victory, once again, of human acumen over chaos. The inherent intellectual inclination to impose order upon nature’s anarchy. What an aggregate in and of itself. He spun the cube between his fingers, glancing over the six united colors. From the depths of chaos, fortuitous order. Such is life.
"I suppose that is correct...something that can be traced back to the overwhelming influence of the church in that day and age. But I digress; I'll not go into my complicated philosophy about religion and its lasting effects on modern society." With a smirk, he added, "I never understood that stigma against ankles. Personally, I find nothing sexually exciting about a woman's ankle. It's only a bone jutting rudely out from the otherwise smooth side of one's leg, covered by a thin layer of skin. The appeal of it is lost on me." Tilting his head slightly to the side, he nodded in agreement. "Conservative indeed."
Ah yes. “The classic theological altercation.” Certainly a conversation Zack enjoyed having with the mindless simpletons at Baum, and one he could perpetuate for a rather inestimable amount of time had he the inclination. “The intricacies of the human anatomical complexes likewise. All conversations I would be quite predisposed to partake in with the likes of yourself. After all, I have found our interactions today to be rather galvanizing to my often, admittedly, rather inattentive intellect.” He nodded, tossing and catching the Rubik’s cube again, watching as the fluorescent lights of the ceiling glinted off of the polished stickers.
"Inordinately," Avi agreed with another little smirk, pressing two fingers to his lips thoughtfully. "When I was your age, I rarely saw the point in even coming to class. My class-skipping was quite strategically planned. I spent many review days of my British History course reading up on philosophy in the library. No-one stopped me."
“Is that so.” Zack nibbed a fingernail, glancing at his watch. It had been almost two hours since he’d first entered this quotidian office. As his inquisitor of sorts continued his soliloquy concerning the heathen nature of the public school system, Zack’s mind wandered to that time, a lifetime ago, it seemed. The dark, crisp aroma of the office furniture brushing the insides of his nostrils for the first time, the disdain with which he’d first eyed the tousled man before him, the snapping sarcasm with which he’d countered said man’s remarks. Such inanity first impressions possessed. If only there were a method of bypassing such judgmental occasions. If only.
But in any case, Zack was hungry. “I quite agree,” he replied, adjusting his collar and exhaling gently, pulling his feet down from their perch on the desk. “As I have previously implied, Mr. Abselon, I have greatly enjoyed the opportunity to converse with you. It has been quite efficacious on a number of levels.” He nodded towards the door. “But alas, in accordance with the natural human proclivity towards nourishment and such, I am currently harboring a desire for a bit of sustenance. Might I suggest that we continue this conversation in a location where such sustenance is easier to come by?”
"I suppose that is correct...something that can be traced back to the overwhelming influence of the church in that day and age. But I digress; I'll not go into my complicated philosophy about religion and its lasting effects on modern society." With a smirk, he added, "I never understood that stigma against ankles. Personally, I find nothing sexually exciting about a woman's ankle. It's only a bone jutting rudely out from the otherwise smooth side of one's leg, covered by a thin layer of skin. The appeal of it is lost on me." Tilting his head slightly to the side, he nodded in agreement. "Conservative indeed."
Ah yes. “The classic theological altercation.” Certainly a conversation Zack enjoyed having with the mindless simpletons at Baum, and one he could perpetuate for a rather inestimable amount of time had he the inclination. “The intricacies of the human anatomical complexes likewise. All conversations I would be quite predisposed to partake in with the likes of yourself. After all, I have found our interactions today to be rather galvanizing to my often, admittedly, rather inattentive intellect.” He nodded, tossing and catching the Rubik’s cube again, watching as the fluorescent lights of the ceiling glinted off of the polished stickers.
"Inordinately," Avi agreed with another little smirk, pressing two fingers to his lips thoughtfully. "When I was your age, I rarely saw the point in even coming to class. My class-skipping was quite strategically planned. I spent many review days of my British History course reading up on philosophy in the library. No-one stopped me."
“Is that so.” Zack nibbed a fingernail, glancing at his watch. It had been almost two hours since he’d first entered this quotidian office. As his inquisitor of sorts continued his soliloquy concerning the heathen nature of the public school system, Zack’s mind wandered to that time, a lifetime ago, it seemed. The dark, crisp aroma of the office furniture brushing the insides of his nostrils for the first time, the disdain with which he’d first eyed the tousled man before him, the snapping sarcasm with which he’d countered said man’s remarks. Such inanity first impressions possessed. If only there were a method of bypassing such judgmental occasions. If only.
But in any case, Zack was hungry. “I quite agree,” he replied, adjusting his collar and exhaling gently, pulling his feet down from their perch on the desk. “As I have previously implied, Mr. Abselon, I have greatly enjoyed the opportunity to converse with you. It has been quite efficacious on a number of levels.” He nodded towards the door. “But alas, in accordance with the natural human proclivity towards nourishment and such, I am currently harboring a desire for a bit of sustenance. Might I suggest that we continue this conversation in a location where such sustenance is easier to come by?”
