Post by QUENTIN CHOU on Dec 31, 2013 2:40:29 GMT -8
tagged: terr time: 8th May, approx. 7 am. speech: quentin. notes: SOBS OTP ALERT HELP ME
It was probably for the better that neither of them possessed the power to read minds. Their relationship would not have survived, not while they were busy sizing one another up at least. But then again, didn't everyone? Everyone thought unsavory things of their friends, or even their nearest and dearest. As long as one did not act on those unsavory thoughts, it didn't make them a bad person. Besides, even if Quentin was a bad person, he didn't mind. People that were too clean-cut and nice were boring, anyway.
The thing he liked about Jean was the edge. There was a certain competitiveness, a certain roughness to their relationship that hinted that not all was cordial. They respected one another, but were unafraid to push the other to see where they stood and who they were. It was likely to be obvious that they were still challenging the other to be better, and Quentin did not mind a single bit. Mind games were what he lived for, after all. He hoped to build a career on them. All of this was only practice.
"I have never claimed that we are not going to have a future relationship." If anything, he had strongly hinted at the opposite: that they were going to be continuing this for a good, long while. "In fact, I look forward to seeing what your revenge will be." If it was of a nature similar to what had occurred earlier, Quentin had to say that he would not mind one bit. He slammed his foot onto the pedal, and they were off.
"It isn't a very far drive from here. I know the owner of the dumpling place, and he always gives us a discount. They also do good la mian noodles. Nothing on Taiwan, I would bet, but I think that you might enjoy it. Your palate is probably much pickier than mine when it comes to Chinese food, though. Are you also a good cook?"
The thing he liked about Jean was the edge. There was a certain competitiveness, a certain roughness to their relationship that hinted that not all was cordial. They respected one another, but were unafraid to push the other to see where they stood and who they were. It was likely to be obvious that they were still challenging the other to be better, and Quentin did not mind a single bit. Mind games were what he lived for, after all. He hoped to build a career on them. All of this was only practice.
"I have never claimed that we are not going to have a future relationship." If anything, he had strongly hinted at the opposite: that they were going to be continuing this for a good, long while. "In fact, I look forward to seeing what your revenge will be." If it was of a nature similar to what had occurred earlier, Quentin had to say that he would not mind one bit. He slammed his foot onto the pedal, and they were off.
"It isn't a very far drive from here. I know the owner of the dumpling place, and he always gives us a discount. They also do good la mian noodles. Nothing on Taiwan, I would bet, but I think that you might enjoy it. Your palate is probably much pickier than mine when it comes to Chinese food, though. Are you also a good cook?"