Krem, who might usually eat a little more slowly while someone was watching, finished the sandwich before he even touched his coffee. He usually went home afterward and had a good dinner, sat down to sew or watch tv and then went to bed. A sandwich wasn't a good dinner, but it was enough to keep him happy, and he hadn't wanted to say no to spending time with JW either.
He'll sigh contentedly after the last bite, lean back in his chair a little, and finally take a sip of his latte, appreciating it. He looked the perfect picture of a content man.
When the question came though, Krem laughed, shaking his head, "No, no. There's some back story to this, I'll make it worth it, promise." He'll sit up, stretch, and rest his elbows on the table, speaking a little more quietly since Tevinter wasn't the best place to be from, even if his accent gave it away most times. Though at least it wasn't as noticeable as someone from a higher class than he was. Soparati Tevene sounded much less snooty than someone in the magisterium.
"So when I was growing up, I liked working with my father, he was a tailor, made shirts, nothing too fancy." He shrugs casually, "we didn't make much, but it kept food on the table, but my mom, she didn't like me working with him. Said I should do other things." He swallows, glancing to the side, "She thought embroidery was more my speed, but father never minded."
He takes another sip of his coffee, perhaps a little unsure about how honest the telling will make him, all his cards on the table, but he feels like it's fine, that it will be since JW hadn't said anything when he'd changed in the locker room earlier, "Anyways, when I was older, it got a little more complicated than just working at home. I wanted to be a soldier, worked hard to get there, but as I was, they wouldn't take me."
Another sip, filling the pause, and he sets the cup down. "Did you know it's illegal to lie on official documents?" He smiles, "Well, I did, but it didn't really stop me. What they didn't know didn't hurt them, especially since I was a damn good soldier if I do say so myself, but..." He shrugs, "nothing lasts forever when it's got a shaky foundation."
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He'll sigh contentedly after the last bite, lean back in his chair a little, and finally take a sip of his latte, appreciating it. He looked the perfect picture of a content man.
When the question came though, Krem laughed, shaking his head, "No, no. There's some back story to this, I'll make it worth it, promise." He'll sit up, stretch, and rest his elbows on the table, speaking a little more quietly since Tevinter wasn't the best place to be from, even if his accent gave it away most times. Though at least it wasn't as noticeable as someone from a higher class than he was. Soparati Tevene sounded much less snooty than someone in the magisterium.
"So when I was growing up, I liked working with my father, he was a tailor, made shirts, nothing too fancy." He shrugs casually, "we didn't make much, but it kept food on the table, but my mom, she didn't like me working with him. Said I should do other things." He swallows, glancing to the side, "She thought embroidery was more my speed, but father never minded."
He takes another sip of his coffee, perhaps a little unsure about how honest the telling will make him, all his cards on the table, but he feels like it's fine, that it will be since JW hadn't said anything when he'd changed in the locker room earlier, "Anyways, when I was older, it got a little more complicated than just working at home. I wanted to be a soldier, worked hard to get there, but as I was, they wouldn't take me."
Another sip, filling the pause, and he sets the cup down. "Did you know it's illegal to lie on official documents?" He smiles, "Well, I did, but it didn't really stop me. What they didn't know didn't hurt them, especially since I was a damn good soldier if I do say so myself, but..." He shrugs, "nothing lasts forever when it's got a shaky foundation."