Post by Zhou on Jan 30, 2014 9:37:25 GMT -5
As the silence did pass over the duo sitting at the table, Zhou began to press at the tray with a fork in order to simply have something to do without making eye contact, it seemed. There was a certain sense of shame that he seemed to have taken on over lying to Holly, and as such he surely did not want to offend her further. However, Holly didn't seem to be the type that would be easily offended by little transgressions such as his, so perhaps it was better to speak out, look her in the eyes, and speak. Upon gazing up from his tray and seeing that she had adopted a little bit of a smile, though it was nowhere near akin to his own according to his nervous disposition around her, which was only amplified by hearing her say that he had proven her right about her earlier estimates. Now it came as no surprise that Holly had been examining his wording, his actions, and had logically came to the conclusion that his bravado in approaching her with claims of individuality were false. Though he still appeared very nervous, dreadfully so in fact, Zhou did seem to work up the courage to maintain eye contact with her, although it seemed to be more a sign of respect than anything.
Then she smiled. Holly had leaned forwards with a grin that most would readily associate with ill intent upon her face, and a mischievous look on in her eyes...at that moment, were this something like a cartoon, that'd be the very moment the over the top gulp of anticipation would have kicked in. Her gaze seemed to pierce him, and for but a few moments he looked away to avoid it...but, there was no stopping it. Looking up at her after a few seconds, he started to speak only to be interrupted by a question that was most definitely warranted given how he had been acting towards the hostess of the table. Straightening himself upright in the seat, he put his fork down, stopped fiddling with his tray, and even put his hands on the table to speak. At first it seemed as if the two were only going to get into another staring match before he faltered, looked away, and then opened his mouth.
"Well...I...okay. I suppose it's just embarrassing I guess, I don't like talking about myself too much...usually think that people will get sick of it, or they're thinking about something else...I know. It's pretty pathetic. I'm just kind of used to it by now to where I just usually talk back, instead of starting things up." Well there was a good chunk of his apparent problems right there, although they weren't entirely unreasonable. Being stuck amongst a bunch of chattering drama club members, talkative lunch-goers, loudmouth teachers, and probably oppressive parents to boot was more than a logical reason to become as quiet and nervous as a mouse. As the seconds began to tick by with Holly merely sporting her grin at him, whilst he sat across the table, looking away whilst nervously scratching the back of his neck, he began to speak once more. "I-I guess there's nothing wrong with it, I'm just used to people not wanting to hear me out about my own stuff without kind of railroading it into another topic, or making it about themselves...then again, I guess I'm guilty of that as well..." Trying to control a stammer once more, he seemed willing to admit what was wrong with him, but then attributed the same demeanor to himself, in essence, undermining what he had just said.
Then she smiled. Holly had leaned forwards with a grin that most would readily associate with ill intent upon her face, and a mischievous look on in her eyes...at that moment, were this something like a cartoon, that'd be the very moment the over the top gulp of anticipation would have kicked in. Her gaze seemed to pierce him, and for but a few moments he looked away to avoid it...but, there was no stopping it. Looking up at her after a few seconds, he started to speak only to be interrupted by a question that was most definitely warranted given how he had been acting towards the hostess of the table. Straightening himself upright in the seat, he put his fork down, stopped fiddling with his tray, and even put his hands on the table to speak. At first it seemed as if the two were only going to get into another staring match before he faltered, looked away, and then opened his mouth.
"Well...I...okay. I suppose it's just embarrassing I guess, I don't like talking about myself too much...usually think that people will get sick of it, or they're thinking about something else...I know. It's pretty pathetic. I'm just kind of used to it by now to where I just usually talk back, instead of starting things up." Well there was a good chunk of his apparent problems right there, although they weren't entirely unreasonable. Being stuck amongst a bunch of chattering drama club members, talkative lunch-goers, loudmouth teachers, and probably oppressive parents to boot was more than a logical reason to become as quiet and nervous as a mouse. As the seconds began to tick by with Holly merely sporting her grin at him, whilst he sat across the table, looking away whilst nervously scratching the back of his neck, he began to speak once more. "I-I guess there's nothing wrong with it, I'm just used to people not wanting to hear me out about my own stuff without kind of railroading it into another topic, or making it about themselves...then again, I guess I'm guilty of that as well..." Trying to control a stammer once more, he seemed willing to admit what was wrong with him, but then attributed the same demeanor to himself, in essence, undermining what he had just said.