taitzu52
First Post
On the verge of completely ignoring the conversation, Neville stands off to the side with his foot up on a rock, and leaning forward on one knee. He is quite preoccupied with smoking a pipe and staring at the horizon, as if some invisible flock of birds had just taken flight.
Hearing his name, he does not even turn around, he simply keeps staring, and waves off the negotiations making a shooing motion with is hand. "No, no. Have at it.", he says out of the side of his mouth, a puff of smoke accompanying his words. He retracts his hand and straightens the cuff of his jacket and continues to puff away, his eyes straining to see something that is not there, engrossed in the regretful thoughts of an old man.
Hearing his name, he does not even turn around, he simply keeps staring, and waves off the negotiations making a shooing motion with is hand. "No, no. Have at it.", he says out of the side of his mouth, a puff of smoke accompanying his words. He retracts his hand and straightens the cuff of his jacket and continues to puff away, his eyes straining to see something that is not there, engrossed in the regretful thoughts of an old man.