[He's... never put too much thought into the mustache-to-hookup ratio of other people. Is that even a thing? He can't grow any real facial hair to speak of himself, but it's still not an experiment he'd be especially willing to take part in.
He just manages to contain a snort, taking a sip of boot-flavored beer instead.]
Girls like all sortsa guys... but you mean a mustache is like settin' out the right kinda bait to catch the right kinda action?
Don't you think so? [ Bolin sets an arm on the table as he leans in toward Lavi, expression utterly serious.
It might even seem as though he's imbibed a bit too much alcohol given the gusto with which he's approaching the topic, but he hasn't given the beer that much attention yet. This is just something that he dearly believes. ]
Because, it's like the sign of a man who's rugged and mature.
[ Bolin is hardly convinced, and he draws back, sipping his beer, making a face, and then sipping the beer again. ]
That's easy for you to say, you've got the eyepatch. [ He gestures to Lavi's face, as if the redhead is unaware. ] That gives you all the mystery and danger you need.
[ Mr. Moustche - stopping his speech briefly, and apparently completely unbothered that the two are having a discussion while he talks - pitches in here to add his agreement. ]
[Bolin, no. Most people are too polite to mention his eyepatch, because they probably assume he has it due to either injury or illness, but actually having someone mention it outright is rare.
He shrugs uncomfortably, eyes flicking down to the table for a moment before he smiles and waves a dismissive hand at the both of them.]
S'not really a fashion accessory, y'know? I think maybe we're puttin' too much thought into gimmicks, here.
[ Bolin is definitely not too polite to ask invasive questions like that Lavi, you shouldn't expect too much from him. But he is flighty enough not to pursue the topic needlessly; he'll mention the eyepatch, but he's not going to ask how Lavi ended up with it.
He couldn't really ask even if he planned to though, and Mr. Moustache lets out a laugh before thumping them both on the shoulder, urging them to drink more.
And more.
Bolin grimaces, looks like their informant is hoping they'll join him in his inebriation. ]
I guess that's true, I'm not interested in a hoard of women anyway.
[Mr. Mustache is a bad influence, really, but Lavi takes another very small sip of his beer anyway. Despite being urged to, he's had enough that he knows he shouldn't get too enthusastic with drinking, especially not in an unfamilar part of the city.]
A hoard of women sounds like too much trouble-- you'd just end up sufferin' more than anything, probably. Women.
[That just sets Mr. Mustache off onto a tangent about the time he wound up with a hoard of women-- not the right kind, not with the proper hips, of course, but wilder than bar full of drunks after a winning foccer match, including one who could bend--] So! Anybody else feel like we're just learnin' way too much about a little bit of everything?
[He elbows Bolin.] There's gotta be more to life than women and mustaches, right? No offense, of course.
[ Bolin doesn't think he could've downed the beer even if he wanted to. Regardless, he also has his reservations about getting too drunk—not because of the location or the company, but because there's something a little sad about getting drunk in the middle of the day.
He's got things to do. ]
What? Oh, yeah. [ For his earlier dubiousness about chatting all about women, Bolin had actually been listening rather intently. It's not that he's innocent, it's just that the word "bend" has other connotations for him.
But they are actually here to work. ]
Yeah, women... so? I guess families are important to Gammon? What do families normally do for fun together?
[ He'd just been shooting questions out at random, but now he actually perks up because hey!! That's really interesting!! He's just one orphan among the sea, and he's got a great curiosity about what normal families do. ]
Yeah, what do families do to have a good time? [He's got Ideas, he's seen families playing games or singing or doing all manner of things that they seem to enjoy. Given how interesting Mr. Mustache is and his wild ideas about women alone, he imagines that families in Gammon must be a little bit strange.]
Work on their hair waxin'? Come up with secret beer recipes? Try 'n fry the best fish?
[He genuinely wants to know, despite the way he's asking. They're on a totally different world, after all, and for all he knows they really do do things he wouldn't even be able to imagine.]
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He just manages to contain a snort, taking a sip of boot-flavored beer instead.]
Girls like all sortsa guys... but you mean a mustache is like settin' out the right kinda bait to catch the right kinda action?
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It might even seem as though he's imbibed a bit too much alcohol given the gusto with which he's approaching the topic, but he hasn't given the beer that much attention yet. This is just something that he dearly believes. ]
Because, it's like the sign of a man who's rugged and mature.
[ Or maybe just hit puberty, who knows. ]
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He can't decide if Bolin being so earnest makes this better or worse, so he just sighs in amusement.]
I dunno, I think you can be rugged and mature without all the-- [he makes a vague... mustache-y gesture at his own face.] extras.
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That's easy for you to say, you've got the eyepatch. [ He gestures to Lavi's face, as if the redhead is unaware. ] That gives you all the mystery and danger you need.
[ Mr. Moustche - stopping his speech briefly, and apparently completely unbothered that the two are having a discussion while he talks - pitches in here to add his agreement. ]
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He shrugs uncomfortably, eyes flicking down to the table for a moment before he smiles and waves a dismissive hand at the both of them.]
S'not really a fashion accessory, y'know? I think maybe we're puttin' too much thought into gimmicks, here.
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He couldn't really ask even if he planned to though, and Mr. Moustache lets out a laugh before thumping them both on the shoulder, urging them to drink more.
And more.
Bolin grimaces, looks like their informant is hoping they'll join him in his inebriation. ]
I guess that's true, I'm not interested in a hoard of women anyway.
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A hoard of women sounds like too much trouble-- you'd just end up sufferin' more than anything, probably. Women.
[That just sets Mr. Mustache off onto a tangent about the time he wound up with a hoard of women-- not the right kind, not with the proper hips, of course, but wilder than bar full of drunks after a winning foccer match, including one who could bend--] So! Anybody else feel like we're just learnin' way too much about a little bit of everything?
[He elbows Bolin.] There's gotta be more to life than women and mustaches, right? No offense, of course.
[Be cool, Mr. Mustache.]
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He's got things to do. ]
What? Oh, yeah. [ For his earlier dubiousness about chatting all about women, Bolin had actually been listening rather intently. It's not that he's innocent, it's just that the word "bend" has other connotations for him.
But they are actually here to work. ]
Yeah, women... so? I guess families are important to Gammon? What do families normally do for fun together?
[ He'd just been shooting questions out at random, but now he actually perks up because hey!! That's really interesting!! He's just one orphan among the sea, and he's got a great curiosity about what normal families do. ]
I didn't miss this tag what are you talking about
Work on their hair waxin'? Come up with secret beer recipes? Try 'n fry the best fish?
[He genuinely wants to know, despite the way he's asking. They're on a totally different world, after all, and for all he knows they really do do things he wouldn't even be able to imagine.]