[He doesn't even seem bothered by the apparent attempt to annoy him. He simply watches, like he's trying to see if anything changes in Scott's demeanor. There's nothing immediate, at least—he's still being a little shit, as if being sincere might kill him.]
Your nonchalance knows no end, [he remarks, looking to others nearby who are enjoying their own festival treats. They all seem to be acting as if this is no more than a standard celebration, and that bothers him.
He takes a sip of his drink, still staring off into the crowds. It sounds far more defeated than he'd like (read: at all) when he continues on to a different topic:]
Tell me about these friends of yours who've returned.
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Your nonchalance knows no end, [he remarks, looking to others nearby who are enjoying their own festival treats. They all seem to be acting as if this is no more than a standard celebration, and that bothers him.
He takes a sip of his drink, still staring off into the crowds. It sounds far more defeated than he'd like (read: at all) when he continues on to a different topic:]
Tell me about these friends of yours who've returned.
[No, you aren't getting the corndog back.]