[ boy does he know that feeling. he hums, tearing off another piece of cinnamon roll - and the last comment gets a soft laugh, though it's more wry and recognizing than actually full of humor. ]
Aha. The one breaker of the shackles of capitalism and tradition, hm? [ you know
death. ] Cheers to that. [ fei du holds out the little piece of pastry for an ironic cheers. clink pastries. ]
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Ah. I understand.
[Wow, haha… He is quiet for a moment, debating. He rests his wrist on the edge of the table in favor of having to lick his fingers.]
I manage a pet shop, but the business belongs to my grandfather.
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or don't, maybe? who knows. anyway!! either way fei du makes a thoughtful noise to that response and asks, in turn. ]
And does that suit you?
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It's a duty which I will fulfill until I can no longer fulfill it.
[This is not a yes (or a no), but maybe that is more telling than anything else.]
Which may or may not be the case now, I suppose.
[THEY'RE DEAD APPARENTLY.]
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Aha. The one breaker of the shackles of capitalism and tradition, hm? [ you know
death. ] Cheers to that. [ fei du holds out the little piece of pastry for an ironic cheers. clink pastries. ]
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[Oh. He will cheer with his cinnamon roll, yeah. Clink the pastries. This is the stupidest thing, but he is doing it for posterity. In that vein:]
Do you plan to go back? To try for another chance.
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[ as simple as that! it's not much of an answer as much as it is one - he pops the cinnamon roll into his mouth. ] You?
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My answer is the same. I must return to continue managing my grandfather's pet shop.