contact part deux

[bouchonne]

if this were modern times byerly would probably make you listen to total eclipse of the heart before you were able to leave a message

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[bouchonne]

"The night is young," he corrects. It's damned annoying, how endearing it is to hear a well-intentioned young man butchering Trade idioms. And he has that adorable Antivan accent, too. Byerly wants to be furious, longs for fury, but it's hard to maintain it when the only object within reach is so round-cheeked and wholesome.

"For whatever reason, evenings cannot be young. Just the night."

He looks down at that correspondence. On top is a request for aid, and the fact that he wants to write fuck off on it without even looking at who it's aid for tells him that, yes, he probably should not be working right now.

"What do you do with your evenings, anyway, di Jaconissa? I cannot imagine you spend much time in dance halls or gambling dens."

[dastardly]

A thoroughly focussed frown as he absorbs this correction, complete with a soft muttered repeat of evenings cannot be young to fully bed it in. There is very much the impression that he'll still get it wrong next time, though.

"Ah, well, working," he answers, though for once with a look of self-awareness at how the answer fits in this discussion and situation they've both been caught in. "But otherwise, reading. Walking. But that is not as good here, I get lost."

A glance at Benedict's empty desk, there, a touch of colour climbing his cheeks. He pulls his attention back to Byerly. "Is that what you do? Gamble and dance?"

[bouchonne]

Byerly's eyes flick briefly between the desk and the blush. Has his assistant been seducing the handsome young bookkeeper when the fellow gets lost? Seems like the sort of thing Benedict would do. But Josias seems a bit too awkward to be easily seduceable.

"At times," Byerly says. And then he thinks a moment and amends, with just the lightest rime of bitterness, "I used to."

His subsequent glance towards his own desk holds a measure of loathing. No question what has gotten in the way of said gambling and dancing.

"You should try it. While you're still young. Sin a little."

[dastardly]

"A bookkeeper gambling is not for trusting."

He looks mildly horrified at the idea. Also probably the idea of dancing, too, seeing as he doesn't mention it at all. Instead, further diversion, focussing on Byerly's tone - to a level probably not so usual for Josias. Subtle reactions and glances don't tend to be things he picks up on, but here, now, a little flexibility must be applied. His true, hungry curiosity for Byerly's poor mood hasn't yet been sated.

"You used to because you aren't young, or because you're ambassador?" he asks, still with that regular earnestness, awkwardly oblivious to the potential insult couched in the question.

[bouchonne]

The accidental insult makes Byerly laugh. It's not a particularly merry sound, but that is to be attributed to his mood rather than any real offense. In a better time, he'd actually be quite buoyed by the young man's faux pas.

"Because I'm ambassador," he answers.

Then, perhaps from some sympathy to the poor fellow, he switches over to Antivan. His command of the language certainly isn't as strong as his knowledge of Orlesian or of Trade, but it's decent enough: though he errs frequently in the grammar, mis-conjugating his verbs and mis-gendering his nouns, he speaks with such fluent confidence that a listener might not even notice.

"I want to keep dancing and gambling until I die," he says. "We'll be old men whose hearts give out in front of Wicked Grace."

[dastardly]

Something like delight blooms on Josias' face as the first syllables of Antivan cross Byerly's lips. As he continues talking, however, the expression becomes more rigid, no longer genuine, held in place so as not to appear rude. A little hypocritical, it seems, towards anyone struggling with the one language he's fluent in.

"Surely the two go hand in hand," he replies in Antivan, and though his words come faster and more confidently, it doesn't seem to alleviate much of his general awkward demeanour. "All I've seen most ambassadors do is drink and gamble."