beggars can be choosers [social]

“Oh, you did?” His interest was perked. He reeled his line in, maintaining eye contact all the while. It showed the glutenous quality of his attention. For whatever reason, Topaz ventured towards a discussion less blithesome than usual. Perhaps there was a little more burred beneath his happy-go-lucky front. He was born into a dying world. There was no way he was, in actuality, a carefree kitty cat – but it was nice to be thought as such. Topaz enjoyed when people forgot about the world around them – at least for long enough for him to be able to fix before their attention returns to it.

An accepting smile was his initial reply to Orion's story. “And that's okay, I think. Maybe they already have a place they consider a home – or maybe they really are lookin' for more. More of what, though, right? Probably somethin' like... purpose.”

“But you're good!” Topaz was not quite as agreeable with the last part. “Anything the guild asks from you would be easy for you to do!” What made Topaz think so? Did Topaz know much about Orion? It was the obvious stuff. He was a large, muscular man with a devil-may-care atmosphere forever following him. His whole vice bleed strength.

Topaz snickered. Was it because Orion said 'ass?' Or maybe he just liked the wording. That was up to Orion's imagination. However, he did seem pretty amused all the way until some self criticism was made.

“Hm?” For a moment, it appeared as if Topaz did not even understand what was said with the pure, unbridled confusion tinging his inquisitive reply. “You think so?” It was fairly clear that Topaz did not agree, but was open for further elaboration. He was not one to believe himself infallible.

“I think that's how people are, though, right? It's like things just happen to me and then it just leads to me doing stuff for others. Maybe I'm the same way, but weird stuff just keeps happening!”

It was a strange point trying to be made. Topaz was suggesting that maybe he was just as selfish, but the events in his life skewed things in such a way that it appeared like he was being selfless. The guild was 'inherited' and they filled it with like minds for company. Was that selfless or selfish? He asked him just that. “This guild was Sylvia's home, but then she passed away. We took care of it and then made it a guild, but really I guess we just wanted some cool people to hang out with.”