Mm. [ the small grunt probably indicates an affirmative, but it's a little hard to say. vincent was never a particularly chatty man even in his days as a turk, but now, after everything he's been through, keeping up with social obligations is one of the most exhausting things he can imagine doing. he's already worn out and overstimulated and in desperate need of silence and solitude.
on the other hand, he supposes he's required to start somewhere, and better a young stranger that reminds him of someone he knows than.. anyone else here thus far.
he hesitates, slowing when his glance is caught by a painting of what he thinks is meant to be a flower, but which could also be a surrealist phallus, and shakes his head to clear the puzzled thoughts about art. ] It's.. a lot. [ that seems to sum up his general feelings about this place and everything involved in it. ]
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on the other hand, he supposes he's required to start somewhere, and better a young stranger that reminds him of someone he knows than.. anyone else here thus far.
he hesitates, slowing when his glance is caught by a painting of what he thinks is meant to be a flower, but which could also be a surrealist phallus, and shakes his head to clear the puzzled thoughts about art. ] It's.. a lot. [ that seems to sum up his general feelings about this place and everything involved in it. ]