Wilf watched him quietly, his old crinkled lips pressed together as his tongue lined the inside of his gums, listening to him intently. The frigid air blew through his hair, making it messy and wild like a young boy. But he didn’t bother to manage it. His mind was on other things.
“It’s funny. Christmas time should be a time of warmth and happiness. Not this frigid depressing coldness. Maybe if we all moved to Florida that could be possible, aye?” He chuckled at his own comment, his laughter soon dying.
His head turned away from him as Wilf examined the junk yard once more, his posture slumped as he strummed against the can. Twisting his lips, he nodded, taking another scratch at his beard as he turned his attention to him, his brow raised, "I would think so. This certainly is no place to call home if you don’t mind me saying.“ The familiar old kindness in his eyes sparkled as he probed him with a question of interest, cracking him a smile, "Works for now? Well…If you’ve gotten some sort of idea planned, I could probably counter it with mine.” He wiggled his brows, rocking on his seat.
There was no way he couldn’t do anything with how he was now. Wilf could only wonder what he was planning to do unless someone else decided to help him. But people were always so wrapped up in themselves. Always, always. Where had all the compassion gone? A shower and a shave and he’d look as good as new. Plus he didn’t look so bad. Just a bit misunderstood. But boy did he sure have a pair of bad eyes on him. But again; Probably misunderstood. And tired. Most definitely.
He thought carefully and was silent whilst the man spoke, only half listening but that was good enough. Now his mind was plotting, oh yes, possibilities piling together on his extended options. He felt the eyes on him even though he was facing forward with his head tilted down, the things that could run through an old man’s mind. Such pity, such sentiment, understanding and compassion. The Master wasn’t one for such actions toward him from an inferior human, though he wasn’t about to turn down any provided offers. After all, as much as he’d hate to admit it, he was going to need help, a start. This will have to do.
He remained quite even after the attempted joke about Florida, what was he to care? Earth was all the same to him, just different places, though there always was one in power of the district, that’s where he needed to be. He shut his eyes as the man began strumming, bringing the echoes of the drums back into his head, now pounding a bit louder than before. He ran his hands over his temple in order to soothe the beat knowing it won’t help no matter what he did.
At the mention of a counter choice than making the junk yard work, which wasn’t even his best option, he sparked an interest lifting his head toward the man already working on a back story, “I don’t understand.. what.” He was thrown off by what seemed to be an offer from the man, which came out of nowhere. He didn’t understand what he possibly wanted considering they’ve never met before and he just walked up to him.
This new approach hasn’t been showed to him so long, unless he manipulated the person or charmed them but no, this old man just walks up to him with an offer of sorts. Some may call it a stroke of luck, in his case, it probably was, it shouldn’t be let to waste.
He smiled, a bit of truth behind the smile, “What are you planning?”
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