Verity's Book 2.0

Tags These Days...

It's been too long since I found a new one to do with characters. *yanks young Mordred and Jeddy upstage* *sorry for the yanking, bros, I'm excited*

Jeddy: I'm not a bro.

Are you suuuuuure?

Jeddy: *frigidly* Madam, I am always sure.

Random trivia about Jeddy: He is a gifted dancer.

Jeddy: YOU ARE IMPLYING THAT I LIKE DANCING, WHEREAS IN REALITY I ONLY UTILIZE THE RESOURCE IN TIMES OF NECESSITY --

And enjoy yourself, as anyone watching can see.

Jeddy: AHEM

Mordred: *studies Jedediah Crayes with interest*

(By the way, guys, we have 20-year-old Mordred here. So, post-war, knows Lethira, still young. (Not modern version))

First question is, "What town did you grow up in?"

Jedediah Crayes: That's classified!

Mordred: Ralecurn, Rehirne.

Jedediah Crayes: Wait, so when you called yourself Damachrus of Ralecurn, you were actually --

Mordred: *mischievous grin*

Ahem, some people haven't read that. "Eye color?"

Mordred: Grey.

Jedediah Crayes: Black.

Technically it's supposed to be impossible to have black eyes.

Jedediah Crayes: The human eye perceives as black what is too dark to distinguish from the pupil. Let me have my fun, woman.

Gladly. Ah, we're getting to the good stuff! "Favorite season?"

Mordred: *reflectively* That's an odd question. How could one choose? Spring is full of new things, and wonder -- but there is wonder in winter, too, and so many days: gold days, white days, silver days, soft days, hard days. Autumn is full of charm, and summer, well, perhaps summer is the worst, since it is so hot.

Jedediah Crayes: Poetical, and quite absurd. Spring is too muddy, winter is too dangerous, summer is too hot, and autumn is... well, autumn isn't half bad, come to think of it. Except when it gets too muddy.

But when it's sunshiny, mud can be so pretty! I'm sure Mordred agrees. "When is your birthday?"

Jedediah Crayes: *gleefully* February 29.

I should have never given you that birthday...

Mordred: May 6.

*looks at next question* ehehehehe. "What was your first kiss?"

Mordred: *starts* *stares into distance with rapturous expression*

Jedediah Crayes: Good grief.

No secrets you're letting out for us, Jeddy?

Jedediah Crayes: I do not kiss. Thank you very kindly in advance for abandoning this increasingly repulsive topic.

Eh, well, the next one is a little repulsive too. "What do you smell like?"

Jedediah Crayes: Do you mind?

Mordred: Who came up with these questions?

I wish I knew. Just answer, ay?