Post by Dexter Adams on Apr 14, 2017 19:41:08 GMT
❊ BACK TO NEVERLAND ❊
Often times in movies people would laugh at the concept of forgetting on purpose and merely agree to the condition, however, that did not seem to be the case tonight. Instead Dexter's company stated otherwise, but it was clear that the complaining section was accepted as true, which was reasonable. After the complaints he gave over something beneficial it was clear to the introvert that he deserved no defense for those actions. When Sparrow mentioned how he was on a football team the quick conclusion of them being all relatively mean came to mind; clearly this guy probably did know a jerk when he saw one. It would be similar to how Dexter could notice delinquent due to his years in his crowd of criminal "friends".
Dexter gave a small shrug and responded in a grumble. "Still, I didn't have to act that way."
In the red-head's mind his behavior was absolutely terrible since the man was being benevolent. Kindness was a difficult thing to come by in the apocalypse and his rude attitude towards someone who possessed it was unacceptable, however, it would be unlikely to cease. Interacting with others was never Dexter's strong suit due to his more introverted behaviors. Dexter spared a brief glance at the moon, to find that it was still high in the dark sky. The moonlight caused the light sensitive man to blink more frequently until his eyes looked away from the usually subtle light. An annoyed sigh escaped his mouth as his hands reached up to rub the discomfort from his eyes. Light was truly the biggest nuisance when one had permanent night vision. Once the discomfort faded, the introvert took a few moments to glance over his surroundings for a second time until his gaze rested on Sparrow. He took note of the nod of acknowledgement then moved onto looking around the decimated gymnasium until his acquaintance spoke. Although some of the sentences were a tad peculiar, it didn't bother the introvert; he had stumbled over words and created awkward sentences numerous times. He did, however, miss the mumbled words at the end.
For the second time, Dexter shrugged. "Doesn't matter to me, leave or not, I'm not going to stop you, but I have to keep moving. When the sun is your worst enemy, you tend to rush a bit." The introvert began slowly strolling towards the gym doors; there was still scavenging to be accomplished and little time to waste. "I might take you up on that if I do something stupid and get hurt again," he said with a quiet laugh ending the sentence.
Dexter gave a small shrug and responded in a grumble. "Still, I didn't have to act that way."
In the red-head's mind his behavior was absolutely terrible since the man was being benevolent. Kindness was a difficult thing to come by in the apocalypse and his rude attitude towards someone who possessed it was unacceptable, however, it would be unlikely to cease. Interacting with others was never Dexter's strong suit due to his more introverted behaviors. Dexter spared a brief glance at the moon, to find that it was still high in the dark sky. The moonlight caused the light sensitive man to blink more frequently until his eyes looked away from the usually subtle light. An annoyed sigh escaped his mouth as his hands reached up to rub the discomfort from his eyes. Light was truly the biggest nuisance when one had permanent night vision. Once the discomfort faded, the introvert took a few moments to glance over his surroundings for a second time until his gaze rested on Sparrow. He took note of the nod of acknowledgement then moved onto looking around the decimated gymnasium until his acquaintance spoke. Although some of the sentences were a tad peculiar, it didn't bother the introvert; he had stumbled over words and created awkward sentences numerous times. He did, however, miss the mumbled words at the end.
For the second time, Dexter shrugged. "Doesn't matter to me, leave or not, I'm not going to stop you, but I have to keep moving. When the sun is your worst enemy, you tend to rush a bit." The introvert began slowly strolling towards the gym doors; there was still scavenging to be accomplished and little time to waste. "I might take you up on that if I do something stupid and get hurt again," he said with a quiet laugh ending the sentence.
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