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Tazenhani · 01-12-2010, 04:31 AM

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Originally Posted by Cassirin

"Have a seat," Tate gestured to the comfortable chair across from his desk. He dragged his own chair out... something about barriers between him and his men made him uncomfortable.

"Let me tell you my thoughts, and then I welcome yours. First, I recognize that you were not trying to be disrespectful. I suspect you have a highly ironic sense of humor, one you like to employ in stressful situations. Most ignore it, and those that catch your tone laugh at it. In most situations... I'd laugh. To be honest, I'd be the one to be lippy. Do you see why it might not have been the time for it in the Great Hall?"

Glancing around at the room, Sabel couldn't help but slow his walk as he took in all the details. It was beautifully stunning. That was until his foot caught on the edge of something he didn't have time to see, and he more fell into he seat offered than sat in it. Taking a moment to untangle his legs from one another and right himself upon the rather cushiony, and probably expensive, surface, Sabel focussed his attention on ignoring the sting in his ankle and what little pride he had, and on the Headmaster.

His first thought was that the Headmaster sounded a lot more reasonable than he had in the Great Hall, the second was that he could not see him being lippy, not in the sense Sabel had been labelled anyways. He vaugely wondered if the Headmaster had the same definition of the word, and if he took points from himself for being 'lippy', but kept the thoughts to himself, frowning slightly at the question instead. As usual, he didn't take time to consider his words or scrutinize them very carefuly and they came out. "I can see why humor would fall short in such a time. But can you also see why I said what I did? Why your wording of the situation made you seem as if you were looking specifically for one responsible?"

01-12-2010, 04:31 AM	#3 (permalink)
Tazenhani DMLE & DoM Doxy Join Date: Oct 2009 Posts: 6,150 Hogwarts RPG Name: Amur Neverwinter Fourth Year	~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~ Quote: Originally Posted by Cassirin "Have a seat," Tate gestured to the comfortable chair across from his desk. He dragged his own chair out... something about barriers between him and his men made him uncomfortable. "Let me tell you my thoughts, and then I welcome yours. First, I recognize that you were not trying to be disrespectful. I suspect you have a highly ironic sense of humor, one you like to employ in stressful situations. Most ignore it, and those that catch your tone laugh at it. In most situations... I'd laugh. To be honest, I'd be the one to be lippy. Do you see why it might not have been the time for it in the Great Hall?" Glancing around at the room, Sabel couldn't help but slow his walk as he took in all the details. It was beautifully stunning. That was until his foot caught on the edge of something he didn't have time to see, and he more fell into he seat offered than sat in it. Taking a moment to untangle his legs from one another and right himself upon the rather cushiony, and probably expensive, surface, Sabel focussed his attention on ignoring the sting in his ankle and what little pride he had, and on the Headmaster. His first thought was that the Headmaster sounded a lot more reasonable than he had in the Great Hall, the second was that he could not see him being lippy, not in the sense Sabel had been labelled anyways. He vaugely wondered if the Headmaster had the same definition of the word, and if he took points from himself for being 'lippy', but kept the thoughts to himself, frowning slightly at the question instead. As usual, he didn't take time to consider his words or scrutinize them very carefuly and they came out. "I can see why humor would fall short in such a time. But can you also see why I said what I did? Why your wording of the situation made you seem as if you were looking specifically for one responsible?"