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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Nov 13, 2013 17:47:48 GMT -8
Moose paused, then shrugged. "Never really had a way to listen. Not sure how I would now even. I mean, it's not bad, but I never really had a way." Which was a tad too close to telling Donovan that he'd been in prison, but it hadn't really considered it. As much as he tried to keep people from finding out, he was terrible at lying, and not very good at covering it up either. Sometimes he let things slip, mentioning things that normal people wouldn't have heard of or understood, and then had to rapidly backtrack to try and cover it all up.
Moose found himself grinning at the little compliment. He wasn't at all bothered by being called scary, because he knew that he was, but it was rare that he was called 'nice'. Really, he couldn't remember being called it save a time or two since he'd gotten out of prison. He wasn't the sort of guy that drew in compliments, and those he got really mattered to him. "Thanks. Not called nice very often." Most people were driven off by his looks long before they had time to talk to him. "You're a nice guy too. Not many people'll talk to me, let alone save me from people like that ass." He jerked his thumb over his shoulder, indicating the shop behind him.
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Post by DONOVAN SHEPHERD on Nov 14, 2013 3:41:53 GMT -8
Never had a way struck Donovan as a bit odd, but then he wasn't in any position to judge what was normal and what wasn't. He struggled to afford such things as CDs, didn't have a computer to download or search for new music, so the radio had always been the most accessible option for him. That and the occasional free ticket for the symphony thrown his way whenever his roommate acquired an extra. Music was something difficult to escape, so much of cultural influence, but Donovan realized that was always through his own biased interest in music to pick it out where he could.
But when added with his lack of knowledge about computers, restaurants, not knowing about milk... Donovan couldn't help but wonder at Moose's situation. Homelessness wouldn't have caused such a huge gap in knowledge of the basics acquired during youth, basics that Donovan had struggled to learn himself. How was Moose raised that kept him so sheltered, and why was he in LA now? He frowned in thought, knew it wasn't fair to question unless he was willing to offer anything in return. And he wasn't. He'd let it go, because Donovan had a very strong aversion to what wasn't his business.
He never liked to consider himself nice. Friendly, perhaps. Easygoing enough not to cause too much tension in the limited amount of social interaction he got caught up in. But nice? Not something he tried too hard to be, but hearing it was appreciated. "They're not worth talking to," he patted Moose on the arm. And wow, was his arm solid. Donovan gave it an extra pat. "That ass will get what's coming to him one way or another. Maybe not today, but give it time."
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Nov 17, 2013 19:34:21 GMT -8
Moose didn't mind that sort of touch, and he kept grinning at Donovan, appreciating the pat on his arm. He looked like an overly pleased giant of a man, pleased stupidly by the whole thing. He didn't realize that Donovan was wondering, that Donovan was starting to catch on to Moose's entire history. If he'd known that Donovan had figured it out (at least partially) -- and more importantly, that he still wasn't asking about it, he'd have liked Donovan all the more. He liked people that weren't going to ask stuff like that, because he didn't like people prying. It was rare that he opened up to people at all, and he tried to avoid the whole damn thing if at all possible.
"Oh right." He blurted out, remembering something he'd totally forgotten. He paused, digging around for a moment in one giant pocket before pulling out what looked like the worlds cheapest phone. It was so old it was actually a flip phone, which was practically an antique when absolutely everyone seemed to have smart phones.
"I got a phone now. Not really... well, not sure how to use it. Dunno my number either. It's supposed to be on the phone, and I don't have yours..." He trailed off, unsure of just how to ask. How did one ask for someone's number, especially when they were already supposed to have had it? DONOVAN SHEPHERD | MAY 17TH, 2 PM |
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Post by DONOVAN SHEPHERD on Nov 18, 2013 3:28:51 GMT -8
As often as Donovan got asked for his number, which was somewhere between never and not at all, he was a bit caught off guard when Moose pulled out his archaic phone. He gave it to Moose before just in case, knowing pen would smudge off and not cause any obligation, but hadn't expected the man to actually want it for anything. But that had been after just one meeting, and the coincidental second was just as pleasant despite the circumstances. A good excuse as any to finally have a fourth contact number on his phone.
"Here, I'll help you figure it out," Donovan offered, despite not knowing too much about cellphones other than his own. And taking it from Moose, it was almost shockingly different than his iphone. Clicking around a bit, he managed to find Moose's contacts, holding the phone up so the other could watch what he was doing. "If you pick this little plus sign," he explained, "then you can add somebody new." Donovan typed his number in, and then frowned in confusion while trying to get his name in using the number pad. Saving it, he clicked the option to call himself, letting it ring a couple times before cancelling the call. Hopefully that wouldn't charge anything to Moose's plan.
Receiving a missed call notification, Donovan handed Moose's phone back over before checking the message displayed across the screen. "Ah, here it is," he smiled, showing the notification with Moose's number.
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Post by DARRIN "MOOSE" MOORE on Nov 18, 2013 12:01:00 GMT -8
Moose was more then happy to hand the phone off for inspection, unclear of how to really work it. He knew how to make a phone call, and that was about it. He had put those few numbers he had on speed dial, just to avoid remembering the numbers, but at the moment there were exactly three numbers--Rhiannon, Oskenonton, and his parole officer.
He wasn't exactly the most social being. He leaned over a bit, squinting at the tiny screen as Donovan explained how to add numbers. He'd have to get Rhiannon to put Donovan on speed dial, as even he was aware that admitting to having so few numbers was probably a bad thing. People talked about having hundreds of them, and Moose couldn't even think of a hundred people he'd spoken to in total, let alone people who'd spoken to him nicely or would want to speak to him again.
He took the phone back, staring at the screen for a moment before finally flipping it closed. He wouldn't remember it anyway. His memory wasn't good with numbers and words, and a phone number seemed far too long to be even worth trying. He shoved the phone into his pocket, holding the milk jug with two fingers before giving a little nod. "Maybe I'll give ya a call sometime." Although he couldn't think of a situation where he might do so. Maybe if he was going out for dinner? "Thanks for the help though."
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