( Not a trip for the faint of heart earns a kind of no kidding, you have no idea expression from him. That... was not a fun time, it didn't end well. Never again, thanks.
He's content to focus on the other part of the conversation. He snaps his fingers and points at Alex sagely. With calm, knowing confidence: )
Right before climax is the other one.
( Once upon a time, Ian was a teacher at a respected institution. He perfected his Business Polite affect, wore button-down shirts, and schooled swearwords out of his vocabulary.
Once upon a time before that, Ian was poverty trash in a small town called Weaverville, and he spent his evenings getting stoned with his grunge buddies while listening to Nirvana. You can take the kid out of Weaverville, but you can't take Weaverville out of the kid. )
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He's content to focus on the other part of the conversation. He snaps his fingers and points at Alex sagely. With calm, knowing confidence: )
Right before climax is the other one.
( Once upon a time, Ian was a teacher at a respected institution. He perfected his Business Polite affect, wore button-down shirts, and schooled swearwords out of his vocabulary.
Once upon a time before that, Ian was poverty trash in a small town called Weaverville, and he spent his evenings getting stoned with his grunge buddies while listening to Nirvana. You can take the kid out of Weaverville, but you can't take Weaverville out of the kid. )