Yes. I'm asking what governs your thoughts. There isn't chaos here — rampant, at least. Only tedium.
[ His stare doesn't lacerate. Elliot isn't staring at her at all, really, even if his eyes are fixated on Kaoru like he'd been entranced by some peculiar eccentricity, snaring himself in self-ruination, a moth diving into open flame. She, in particular, was an abnormality he couldn't merely dismiss as inconsequential, yet another droll passerby like those who had come before in his life, all parrots blathering on about subjects that didn't matter. Small talk exchanged at the price of nothing.
And he doesn't know what he's doing, inquiring her at length like he could scalp meaning from it all, thrust head-first in a world that never gave much of a damn about egotistical nobles and their overly-entitled offspring. He isn't even sure what she thinks of him. She never reacts as he'd expect: only a clean rinse of a smile perpetually donning her face, neither flattering nor dismissive, only polite.
Just polite. ]
As for religion —
[ He reaches out to grab a stray tissue even when he hasn't done anything more than blink morosely at his cup and the scenery around him, settling on balling it in his hand at the successive sentence.
Neutral, as always.
Perhaps he really did seek out offense in others (another reason to put on airs and pretend restlessness was an ingrained trait within him). ]
You shouldn't speak so neutrally, I won't be offended if your beliefs differ from mine. Perhaps I overestimated myself in your eyes. I believed you thought better of me than that.
no subject
[ His stare doesn't lacerate. Elliot isn't staring at her at all, really, even if his eyes are fixated on Kaoru like he'd been entranced by some peculiar eccentricity, snaring himself in self-ruination, a moth diving into open flame. She, in particular, was an abnormality he couldn't merely dismiss as inconsequential, yet another droll passerby like those who had come before in his life, all parrots blathering on about subjects that didn't matter. Small talk exchanged at the price of nothing.
And he doesn't know what he's doing, inquiring her at length like he could scalp meaning from it all, thrust head-first in a world that never gave much of a damn about egotistical nobles and their overly-entitled offspring. He isn't even sure what she thinks of him. She never reacts as he'd expect: only a clean rinse of a smile perpetually donning her face, neither flattering nor dismissive, only polite.
Just polite. ]
As for religion —
[ He reaches out to grab a stray tissue even when he hasn't done anything more than blink morosely at his cup and the scenery around him, settling on balling it in his hand at the successive sentence.
Neutral, as always.
Perhaps he really did seek out offense in others (another reason to put on airs and pretend restlessness was an ingrained trait within him). ]
You shouldn't speak so neutrally, I won't be offended if your beliefs differ from mine. Perhaps I overestimated myself in your eyes. I believed you thought better of me than that.