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Graham Byrne
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Mood Being a little shit
Location Jehovah Witness Hall
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So yes. Apparently there were different sign languages for each country. Oops.
Hands slowly dropped into a folded position as his vacant eyes flickered guiltily from one party to another. How was he supposed to know? He only knew what he’d been taught which was… well. A version of sign language that apparently was not used in the States.
Was he not supposed to know BSL? Was that too revealing? They might think he actually had thoughts now. But maybe the mistake would cover that-
The girl was introducing herself. For one split second, the usually pleasantly vacant eyes grew sharp. There was a flicker over to Josh. Discomfort? Jealousy? Oh, this was too much fun. His permanent smile brightened just a little bit. Perhaps it became just a bit more arrogant. A bit more suave. A bit more swagger to his movements as he stepped forwards. Clasped her hand and brought it up for a kiss on the back of hand. “Pleasure is all mine.”
A soft and low tone, almost like a purr. A wink thrown in. Eyes locked cleanly onto her own.
And then Graham was offered a jacket.
“Of course, lass, why thank you.” He purred as he put on the jacket. It was too small, long built arms not quite fitting properly, it was too short as well. Barely covered anything to be completely frank. “Shirt got soaked through and it was the same thing as going shirtless except just a little bit more unpleasant I’d imagine.”
A small raise of the crumpled up shirt he’d been wearing in his fist. A little shake for emphasis.
Despite his reputation for being the town bicycle, his eyes surprisingly never strayed from Abi’s face as she spoke to him. There was a nod of understanding, intelligence behind the murky exterior.
“Yeah they are different languages, thanks love!” A return to unbothered brainlessness in true Byrne fashion. “I’ll let you all do the translating then.”
Cheerful at the very least.
Finally the scared boy was introducing himself, and giving handshakes. Graham’s blinding smile simmered into something softer and kinder. Almost nice. “It’s a pleasure.”
A firm handshake. But perhaps not as aggressive as the others, gentler in a way. His personality easily molding to play off the one he was confronted with.
A bell.
They were still doing Bible study in the middle of a fecking hurricane? What the feck.
And then a younger teenage girl popped up, with little hearts practically in her eyes. Aw, that was cute. But definitely not his kind of game.
Also, he really didn’t want to go to Bible study. He really really really did not want to go to Bible study. Catholic guilt was strong enough already without Bible study to reinforce it. Thank you goodbye.
He opened his mouth to give some kind of flippant response, but Josh got to it before he could handle it… A tilt of the head. The quirking of a smile. The boy was definitely not used to lying his ass off.
“You know, lying is a sin… And in a church? How…” Green eyes gleamed brighter just a bit. “Blasphemous of you.”
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