"Whoops," Frank replies with a half-hearted sense of surprise, "must have slipped my mind entirely."
It's no secret that the fisheries bring in more than just the catch of the day. Having his name attached, the mutterings of comforts from the surface painstakingly are half attributed to himself, half attached to a ghost...nay, a saint. An innocent smile surfaces as he dusts an invisible scuff on the face of his wristwatch.
Alec rolled his eyes and rubbed his arms absently. "Oh. Yes. I'm sure."
There's a few pacing steps, as he glanced at Fontaine constantly. His mind is whirling around into different directions. He wants to ask what Fontaine wants from him, but he's afraid of getting a 'nothing, you're not worth anything' from the man. Which, why should he care what this man thinks of him...? But he knew that if one of his father's biggest rivals thought he was worthless.
To say that Alec is insecure would be like saying the ocean was damp or Fontaine was a little bit of a jerk.
"I'd ask if you're going to try and get any information out of me but I doubt you'd get anything useful. Which I'm sure you know."
It's not the first glare he's stared down, and so long as he's breathing, Frank sure is it won't be the last.
"Hey, look who's thinking ahead now. Maybe that lighter conking out on you is doing you some favors."
He leans against the opposite wall of the elevator, enough to see out one of the glass panels and into the ocean landscape just outside the city walls. It's barely freedom, but seeing those wide-eyed, slack-jawed fish swimming around, clueless, is a reminder of why he's here.
"I don't want anything from you, kid. What I wanted was to make my meeting and snag a cup of coffee on the way in, but it looks like we're both out of luck."
Alec doesn't have to feel safe, but the lackluster approach to conversation might get him to ease up on that pacing a little.
Alec's glare kinda sucks anyway. It's like Ryan lite. But then again Alec himself is sort of Ryan lite in general. What Andrew Ryan might be if he had self esteem issues and a great deal of insecurity.
Which Frank isn't helping with at all. Nope.
Good job!
Calling him kid doesn't help either. His father treats him like a kid after all. Oh, sure he says that Alec should be independent and do his own thing... as long as it doesn't go against Andrew.
It does get him to stop pacing and return to a corner. He doesn't look out any of the windows into the ocean. Unfortunately this means that he's got to look at Fontaine.
The kid is more like his old man in name-- Frank can see more of a forced impression there, some kind of wax sculpture shaved down into someone's likeness rather than natural similarities. He doesn't think about either of them too much, honestly. That happens with a busy schedule. When one plasters their face across a whole city, the most harm you can do is say it's hard to recall why the name rings a bell at all. Bigger ideas.
"Don't tell me you're a fan," he doesn't conceal his sarcasm at all, laying the drip on thick.
"Look at us, two peas in a pod. We're gonna come out of this with our arms linked, skipping down the streets!"
Not that Frank is experiencing any irritations of his own. Oh no.
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It's no secret that the fisheries bring in more than just the catch of the day. Having his name attached, the mutterings of comforts from the surface painstakingly are half attributed to himself, half attached to a ghost...nay, a saint. An innocent smile surfaces as he dusts an invisible scuff on the face of his wristwatch.
"Guess you'll have to get over it then."
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There's a few pacing steps, as he glanced at Fontaine constantly. His mind is whirling around into different directions. He wants to ask what Fontaine wants from him, but he's afraid of getting a 'nothing, you're not worth anything' from the man. Which, why should he care what this man thinks of him...? But he knew that if one of his father's biggest rivals thought he was worthless.
To say that Alec is insecure would be like saying the ocean was damp or Fontaine was a little bit of a jerk.
"I'd ask if you're going to try and get any information out of me but I doubt you'd get anything useful. Which I'm sure you know."
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"Hey, look who's thinking ahead now. Maybe that lighter conking out on you is doing you some favors."
He leans against the opposite wall of the elevator, enough to see out one of the glass panels and into the ocean landscape just outside the city walls. It's barely freedom, but seeing those wide-eyed, slack-jawed fish swimming around, clueless, is a reminder of why he's here.
"I don't want anything from you, kid. What I wanted was to make my meeting and snag a cup of coffee on the way in, but it looks like we're both out of luck."
Alec doesn't have to feel safe, but the lackluster approach to conversation might get him to ease up on that pacing a little.
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Which Frank isn't helping with at all. Nope.
Good job!
Calling him kid doesn't help either. His father treats him like a kid after all. Oh, sure he says that Alec should be independent and do his own thing... as long as it doesn't go against Andrew.
It does get him to stop pacing and return to a corner. He doesn't look out any of the windows into the ocean. Unfortunately this means that he's got to look at Fontaine.
Welp, that floor looks interesting.
"Of course. Who wouldn't want a cup of coffee?"
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"Don't tell me you're a fan," he doesn't conceal his sarcasm at all, laying the drip on thick.
"Look at us, two peas in a pod. We're gonna come out of this with our arms linked, skipping down the streets!"
Not that Frank is experiencing any irritations of his own. Oh no.