"Allergies are fun like that," he agreed. Of course, it might have been a very potent venom the scorpion carried, but for some reason he doubted it. On the other hand, this man must have lived in a village that made Uijeongbu seem like Seoul, since he realizes he's yet to hear about shaman or-- the guy didn't know what a doctor was, for crying out loud. But Hawkeye's count of Guy's heart rate said that it didn't matter right now at all.
He snorts. "Soliloquy!" And he projects his voice, and continues in the same breath, lowering his voice when he quoted, "'To be or not to be', that's from Hamlet- 'To be or not to be, that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer, the slings and arrows of outrageous misfortu-'" He cuts himself off with the shining realization that he was in a fallen and rotting trunk with a strange boy who may or may not be dying and that there are people outside of this hovel hellbent on murdering them both. Hushed, with no sense of offense at having his play cut short, Hawkeye says "I'll tell that one to you later. They're... part of a play, usually. Which is this story that's acted out. I like stories, too. In fact, 'Hawkeye's a name of a character in a story that my dad likes, and I'm named after him. It's an adventure book, with Indians and... usually, I just like smut." The topic of books shouldn't excite a man so much. It almost obscene, the stirring he felt in himself just talking about it. About books, stories, in general, not about smut. And he remembered when B.J. had gotten that old mystery paperback and the camp had gone nuts, devouring the words. Relishing every chapter. And he wondered just how different this time was to then.
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He snorts. "Soliloquy!" And he projects his voice, and continues in the same breath, lowering his voice when he quoted, "'To be or not to be', that's from Hamlet- 'To be or not to be, that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer, the slings and arrows of outrageous misfortu-'" He cuts himself off with the shining realization that he was in a fallen and rotting trunk with a strange boy who may or may not be dying and that there are people outside of this hovel hellbent on murdering them both. Hushed, with no sense of offense at having his play cut short, Hawkeye says "I'll tell that one to you later. They're... part of a play, usually. Which is this story that's acted out. I like stories, too. In fact, 'Hawkeye's a name of a character in a story that my dad likes, and I'm named after him. It's an adventure book, with Indians and... usually, I just like smut." The topic of books shouldn't excite a man so much. It almost obscene, the stirring he felt in himself just talking about it. About books, stories, in general, not about smut. And he remembered when B.J. had gotten that old mystery paperback and the camp had gone nuts, devouring the words. Relishing every chapter. And he wondered just how different this time was to then.