Cricket looks thoughtful as Caspar gives him some background. His lips press together and his brow creases, and it could easily be mistaken as a look of confusion; some people make that mistake with him. That Appalachian accent isn't identified with the highly intelligent in his world, and neither are his natural slow, quiet mannerisms. He's simple, in a way. Innocent. But he's not stupid, and he's more perceptive about a lot of things than he seems.
And he's analyzing every word Caspar is saying, not to mention reading his body language.
He's not going to say anything now. But a couple days from now he'll probably go to Loki and tell him he should make friends with Caspar, because they might find something in common. What, he won't say. That's not his place.
He'd reach out to offer comfort, but that didn't go so well before, so he only holds his silence for a moment, nodding slowly. "Ain't nothing pretty about war, either, is there?" He says quietly, rhetorically. And not from personal experience, exactly, but...he has some idea what he's talking about.
"I don't know," he says of Aphrodite. "Ain't it pretty much always the goddesses in the stories getting jealous of mortal people and lashing out? When the gods misbehave it's cause they're grabbing someone they shouldn't be grabbing, and that always ends up with the person they grabbed becoming a tree or a star or a bird or something. I reckon there's a reason them goddesses are always so angry, and it's probably not even really the mortals they're angry at."
He might expound upon this theory further, except then Caspar looks at him and asks that question and he's just not sure how to respond, turning several different shades of pink and peering into his own half-empty mason jar.
"Well...I reckon that depends how you define it. I couldn't really tell you, sir, if anyone feels that way for me. There was...someone, back home. But I ain't gonna see them again, and I wasn't what he was lookin' for anyway." Not that Cricket never had a girlfriend back home, either, but that was never serious and never lasted long.
"Here, though?" He shrugs, but if he has a tell, it's in the way his gaze flickers to the younger of the two Lokis.
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Date: 2018-11-25 04:38 am (UTC)And he's analyzing every word Caspar is saying, not to mention reading his body language.
He's not going to say anything now. But a couple days from now he'll probably go to Loki and tell him he should make friends with Caspar, because they might find something in common. What, he won't say. That's not his place.
He'd reach out to offer comfort, but that didn't go so well before, so he only holds his silence for a moment, nodding slowly. "Ain't nothing pretty about war, either, is there?" He says quietly, rhetorically. And not from personal experience, exactly, but...he has some idea what he's talking about.
"I don't know," he says of Aphrodite. "Ain't it pretty much always the goddesses in the stories getting jealous of mortal people and lashing out? When the gods misbehave it's cause they're grabbing someone they shouldn't be grabbing, and that always ends up with the person they grabbed becoming a tree or a star or a bird or something. I reckon there's a reason them goddesses are always so angry, and it's probably not even really the mortals they're angry at."
He might expound upon this theory further, except then Caspar looks at him and asks that question and he's just not sure how to respond, turning several different shades of pink and peering into his own half-empty mason jar.
"Well...I reckon that depends how you define it. I couldn't really tell you, sir, if anyone feels that way for me. There was...someone, back home. But I ain't gonna see them again, and I wasn't what he was lookin' for anyway." Not that Cricket never had a girlfriend back home, either, but that was never serious and never lasted long.
"Here, though?" He shrugs, but if he has a tell, it's in the way his gaze flickers to the younger of the two Lokis.