Post by CHARLEMAGNE FLETCHER on Feb 12, 2012 14:33:49 GMT -5
Charlemagne was positively delighted. It was so uncommon for him to find someone so willing to listen to him at such a time of day! Most people who saw him tended to pass him off as odd or downright alarming – in the latter case, he would usually disappear, to avoid any calls to security. That had happened once or twice, and it had been quite the messy affair for him to vanish without being compromised and then return without being detected. No, no, a man like him had to be careful in public places – as much as he resented it – simply because his innocent eeriness was often interpreted as malevolent eeriness.
And that confused him, because Charlemagne was honestly a very gentle man. He was not naive, but he was innocuous – his intentions were pure and focused largely on harmless amusement. Charlemagne just got bored very easily, but that didn’t make him dangerous, as was evidenced by the perfectly inoffensive conversation he was having with a teenage girl.
“My favorite mystery novel?” His eyes widened, and he seemed consumed in sincere thought for a moment. “Hmmm. That is a difficult question if ever I’ve been faced with one.” Choosing a favorite book? That was more complex than choosing a favorite color (his favorite, obviously, was purple). It took him a moment before he responded, “I don’t think I could choose, BUT. I am quite fond of the Sherlock Holmes stories. Also the short stories by Edgar Allan Poe with Dupin in them...did you know those were the very first murder mysteries ever written?” Having given a firm answer, he grinned cheerfully.
“Seeing things from a new perspective is always very handy,” Charlemagne quipped, and trotted up a nearby step-stool. He peered down at her and cocked his head to the side, smiling widely. “Of course, right and wrong are very much relative depending on the person. For instance, I think it’s very much wrong that society says we have to wear shoes all the time, but nobody listens to me about that.” As if to emphasize his point, he stood on one leg and examined his shoe. His balance was perfect. He hardly even wobbled.
Looking back at Addison, he chuckled. “Regardless, I wouldn’t let the whole business keep you from fun, but consideration is always important to make sure you don’t end up all tangled up in your own silliness.”
Hopping down from the step-stool with considerably less sound than he should have made, he sat down on it instead, crossing his legs. “It’s always a good idea to buy things for fun, if you have the money. Of course, money is such a silly thing, but it’s nice to have enough that you can exchange it for sillier things. Silliness is in the eye of the beholder, but I’ve always thought that it’s a merit. Seriousness is so very uninteresting to me.” His voice held an almost airy quality, and he looked back at her. “What do you think?”
Chuckling at her excitement, he added, “Yes, it was remarkably magical. Which is something I do believe in, regardless of age.”
And that confused him, because Charlemagne was honestly a very gentle man. He was not naive, but he was innocuous – his intentions were pure and focused largely on harmless amusement. Charlemagne just got bored very easily, but that didn’t make him dangerous, as was evidenced by the perfectly inoffensive conversation he was having with a teenage girl.
“My favorite mystery novel?” His eyes widened, and he seemed consumed in sincere thought for a moment. “Hmmm. That is a difficult question if ever I’ve been faced with one.” Choosing a favorite book? That was more complex than choosing a favorite color (his favorite, obviously, was purple). It took him a moment before he responded, “I don’t think I could choose, BUT. I am quite fond of the Sherlock Holmes stories. Also the short stories by Edgar Allan Poe with Dupin in them...did you know those were the very first murder mysteries ever written?” Having given a firm answer, he grinned cheerfully.
“Seeing things from a new perspective is always very handy,” Charlemagne quipped, and trotted up a nearby step-stool. He peered down at her and cocked his head to the side, smiling widely. “Of course, right and wrong are very much relative depending on the person. For instance, I think it’s very much wrong that society says we have to wear shoes all the time, but nobody listens to me about that.” As if to emphasize his point, he stood on one leg and examined his shoe. His balance was perfect. He hardly even wobbled.
Looking back at Addison, he chuckled. “Regardless, I wouldn’t let the whole business keep you from fun, but consideration is always important to make sure you don’t end up all tangled up in your own silliness.”
Hopping down from the step-stool with considerably less sound than he should have made, he sat down on it instead, crossing his legs. “It’s always a good idea to buy things for fun, if you have the money. Of course, money is such a silly thing, but it’s nice to have enough that you can exchange it for sillier things. Silliness is in the eye of the beholder, but I’ve always thought that it’s a merit. Seriousness is so very uninteresting to me.” His voice held an almost airy quality, and he looked back at her. “What do you think?”
Chuckling at her excitement, he added, “Yes, it was remarkably magical. Which is something I do believe in, regardless of age.”
