In that case, I apologise. Besides, we find ourselves in the wondrous situation where what we know has come to pass has not. As such, I take back my words.
I'm sorry as well, I didn't think joking about my own death would upset you. It's sort of, I don't know, I'm not even sure what to do with that knowledge. Its awful and I wished it wouldn't have happened, you kids still clearly needed me.
You just.... you don't really seem to make many friends Haytham, you're a bit cold and prickly.
I'm trying to apologize and i don't know, explain myself. Be honest...
Yeah but, how often do you go out just to have a good time? Meet some new people. Have a one-night-stand. Or just a good time. What kind of father would I be if I weren't interested in your happiness.
Father, there are a great deal of thing in which we differ. I do not like to "go out with the lads" neither do I get "shit faced".
I was lucky enough, in my formative years, to have parents who encouraged me to read and enjoy cultural pursuits, and I prefer those to drinking or any other hobbies you may name.
You don't have to get shit-faced to go out and have a good time, Son. You're older now, I understand that changes things a bit, but... honestly. You seem like you've been shut in and made to work your entire life. I wouldn't have wanted you to to be all work no play
[Read as; Boring. You're kind of boring Haytham.]
Do you know any games? Cards, dice, chess? I don't know.
[ Thank you. That's always what he wanted to be. ]
You taught me Chess, Father. You were very good at it, apart from those few times I believe you let me win. I find it hard to believe that a man who was a pirate and a skilled tactician could be bested by a seven-year-old.
[ A few moments later, Haytham is there. He doesn't look entirely pleased, mostly because the directions he'd had to this place had been almost impossible to follow, but perhaps he can blame that on the vodka his father has apparently had for breakfast. ]
I don't believe you ever let me win. And I don't believe I should ever take directions from you again, for that matter.
[And then Haytham is there and there are a few shots in front of Edward that are empty, along with a plate of food he's consumed. He ordered a basket of fries and "chicken fingers" to nibble on in hopes of sharing them with Haytham, but he's eaten most of it by now.]
Well I couldn't exactly remember how I got here. You were too slow, but I saved you a chicken finger.
[ He should sigh. He should be truly exasperated. But the very fact that his father has thought of him a little is... unexpected. True, he has eaten most of the food himself, but he's almost certainly hung over. If the greasy food will stop him emptying his stomach on the pavement, Haytham will just accept it. ]
Thank you. But you can finish it.
[Who has fried, breaded meat for breakfast? No one sensible. Still, there's a waitress there soon enough, just as Haytham's made himself comfortable.]
Tea- wait. You people drink it with ice. Two coffees. Black for him.
[And before Edward can argue] And no more alcohol, please.
You realise that everyone is going to believe that you are my son, don't you?
[Of course he thought of Haytham and sharing some of this good food with his son. Of course the other did complain about fried stuff prior, but he thought he might at least try it. There's a nod as the other declines, but he'll pick it up and dip it in ranch while the other orders coffee.]
Oi, c'mon, I'm good for at least two more.
[There's an almost pout on his lips but he sighs and finishes the chicken, leaving the french fries to nibble on while they talk. The thought of being confused as Haytham's son is quite amusing to him, and he can't help the way a laugh breaks across his features.]
Aye, more often than not, I'm sure. It's a funny ol' world isn't it? Not my fault you act your age.
[ If Haytham must play father, then he will be. Edward probably could drink several more shots, but the fact is, it's still morning, and at some point they will have to walk out of this place. Haytham would prefer it if his father could walk unaided at that point.
The coffee doesn't take long, mostly because it seems there is always a pot on the go in these places, and Haytham adds a fair amount of milk to his. He'd add sugar but... well. He's never taken sugar, and even if it isn't grown by slaves anymore, he still finds it a hard habit to break. He leaves the cubes alone though, and takes a sip of the dreadful stuff just as it is. ]
I think that might have been mother's influence. She could be very serious when necessary. Not that you weren't, of course. Especially when it came to sword drill.
[He watches his son, contemplating handing the waitress extra money to bribe her to bring him at least two more shots but he'll leave it be for now. Besides, he's got a flask on him. Not that Haytham needs to know that. Still, he's almost curious as he watches how his son takes his coffee before sipping his own without so much of a wrinkle of his nose.]
They've got hot chocolate here in this modern world. But, it's not anything like what you were used to growing up.
[And he's said some things he honestly shouldn't even know. Sure he's read things but in a way he's lived bits a pieces, he remembers things without having lived them yet.]
You know, it's strange... this glitch world it does something with me head, I've got memories of things I haven't lived yet. They aren't perfect, like... trying to peer through thick fog, you get vague shapes and an occasional glance at something when you get close enough but you move mostly by your other senses. I can feel things, hear your mothers voice and I have no idea how I know it's her but I do. I know its you when you call to me in my dreams.
[He clears his throat.]
I can be serious when I need to be. I am Captain for good reason, not just because I got me own ship and all. Where's the fun in being serious all the time? I've lost too much and have survived a lot to get where I am and I'm going to enjoy this life while I still can.
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Date: 2018-01-04 10:33 pm (UTC)You can join me if you want
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Date: 2018-01-04 10:44 pm (UTC)Do they serve food there? Tea? Toast? Marmalade?
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Date: 2018-01-04 11:26 pm (UTC)I'm sure they've got that too they have everything
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Date: 2018-01-04 11:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-01-04 11:59 pm (UTC)[28 to be precise.]
Stay away from the fried foods old man. And the salty stuff too
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Date: 2018-01-05 12:06 am (UTC)But than you for your concern.
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Date: 2018-01-05 12:24 am (UTC)You know, you act like an old man too. Have you even had a decent night out with the lads?
You DO have mates right?
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Date: 2018-01-05 12:36 am (UTC)I do. Some of mine are even still alive.
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Date: 2018-01-05 12:38 am (UTC)Alright, c'mon, that was a bit uncalled for.
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Date: 2018-01-05 12:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-01-05 01:40 am (UTC)You had to take it a step further.
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Date: 2018-01-05 07:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-01-05 08:55 am (UTC)You just.... you don't really seem to make many friends Haytham, you're a bit cold and prickly.
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Date: 2018-01-05 09:26 am (UTC)I am for the most part satisfied with the company I keep.
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Date: 2018-01-05 09:31 am (UTC)Yeah but, how often do you go out just to have a good time? Meet some new people. Have a one-night-stand. Or just a good time. What kind of father would I be if I weren't interested in your happiness.
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Date: 2018-01-05 06:47 pm (UTC)neither do I get "shit faced".
I was lucky enough, in my formative years, to have parents who encouraged me to read and enjoy cultural pursuits, and I prefer those to drinking or any other hobbies you may name.
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Date: 2018-01-05 06:58 pm (UTC)[Read as; Boring. You're kind of boring Haytham.]
Do you know any games? Cards, dice, chess? I don't know.
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Date: 2018-01-05 07:30 pm (UTC)You taught me Chess, Father. You were very good at it, apart from those few times I believe you let me win. I find it hard to believe that a man who was a pirate and a skilled tactician could be bested by a seven-year-old.
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Date: 2018-01-05 07:34 pm (UTC)I might've let you win a few times at first, after all, you'd get bored of it otherwise.
How long till you're at the diner?
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Date: 2018-01-05 09:44 pm (UTC)[ A few moments later, Haytham is there. He doesn't look entirely pleased, mostly because the directions he'd had to this place had been almost impossible to follow, but perhaps he can blame that on the vodka his father has apparently had for breakfast. ]
I don't believe you ever let me win. And I don't believe I should ever take directions from you again, for that matter.
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Date: 2018-01-05 10:07 pm (UTC)[And then Haytham is there and there are a few shots in front of Edward that are empty, along with a plate of food he's consumed. He ordered a basket of fries and "chicken fingers" to nibble on in hopes of sharing them with Haytham, but he's eaten most of it by now.]
Well I couldn't exactly remember how I got here. You were too slow, but I saved you a chicken finger.
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Date: 2018-01-05 11:49 pm (UTC)Thank you. But you can finish it.
[Who has fried, breaded meat for breakfast? No one sensible. Still, there's a waitress there soon enough, just as Haytham's made himself comfortable.]
Tea- wait. You people drink it with ice. Two coffees. Black for him.
[And before Edward can argue] And no more alcohol, please.
You realise that everyone is going to believe that you are my son, don't you?
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Date: 2018-01-06 11:53 pm (UTC)Oi, c'mon, I'm good for at least two more.
[There's an almost pout on his lips but he sighs and finishes the chicken, leaving the french fries to nibble on while they talk. The thought of being confused as Haytham's son is quite amusing to him, and he can't help the way a laugh breaks across his features.]
Aye, more often than not, I'm sure. It's a funny ol' world isn't it? Not my fault you act your age.
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Date: 2018-03-25 08:51 pm (UTC)[ If Haytham must play father, then he will be. Edward probably could drink several more shots, but the fact is, it's still morning, and at some point they will have to walk out of this place. Haytham would prefer it if his father could walk unaided at that point.
The coffee doesn't take long, mostly because it seems there is always a pot on the go in these places, and Haytham adds a fair amount of milk to his. He'd add sugar but... well. He's never taken sugar, and even if it isn't grown by slaves anymore, he still finds it a hard habit to break. He leaves the cubes alone though, and takes a sip of the dreadful stuff just as it is. ]
I think that might have been mother's influence. She could be very serious when necessary. Not that you weren't, of course. Especially when it came to sword drill.
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Date: 2018-03-26 04:37 am (UTC)They've got hot chocolate here in this modern world. But, it's not anything like what you were used to growing up.
[And he's said some things he honestly shouldn't even know. Sure he's read things but in a way he's lived bits a pieces, he remembers things without having lived them yet.]
You know, it's strange... this glitch world it does something with me head, I've got memories of things I haven't lived yet. They aren't perfect, like... trying to peer through thick fog, you get vague shapes and an occasional glance at something when you get close enough but you move mostly by your other senses. I can feel things, hear your mothers voice and I have no idea how I know it's her but I do. I know its you when you call to me in my dreams.
[He clears his throat.]
I can be serious when I need to be. I am Captain for good reason, not just because I got me own ship and all. Where's the fun in being serious all the time? I've lost too much and have survived a lot to get where I am and I'm going to enjoy this life while I still can.
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