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Setting: Slice of Life, R for possible language
[there's a very tall, bespectacled man folded up at a table in the corner of the cafe you find yourself in. he looks like a stiff breeze would probably send him flying off into the sunset, and he's staring off into the distance, intently, a stub of gnawed pencil hovering in one hand over a battered notebook.
after a moment, he turns his head sharply and looks directly at you, as though he's been talking to you for hours, and you already know each other. you totally don't.]
Is 'aubergine' too elite an adjective, do you think? Normally I trust my own judgement, but I'm really not sure.
((A/N: Simon here is a poet who tends to write about controversial things. If there are any issues that you would rather NOT come up in the conversation, please note them in your tag header. For the most part, I will keep the details of his writing generic so as not to trigger anyone. As in his canon, it's not the end product that matters so much as the reactions to it and the things that inspire.))
after a moment, he turns his head sharply and looks directly at you, as though he's been talking to you for hours, and you already know each other. you totally don't.]
Is 'aubergine' too elite an adjective, do you think? Normally I trust my own judgement, but I'm really not sure.
((A/N: Simon here is a poet who tends to write about controversial things. If there are any issues that you would rather NOT come up in the conversation, please note them in your tag header. For the most part, I will keep the details of his writing generic so as not to trigger anyone. As in his canon, it's not the end product that matters so much as the reactions to it and the things that inspire.))
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I beg your pardon... But you're asking me for advice on what sort of adjective you ought to be using?
[The very idea that some stranger would address him out of nowhere while he was just trying to enjoy a strong cup of tea and the morning crossword seemed unfathomable to him, as though he'd thought of himself as completely invisible to the world at large.]
omg yay
[the poet shrugs. really, who else would he ask? the stranger is just as good as any other potential reader]
no subject
[The angel gives a silly, bashful looking grin, looking somewhat proud of himself. He must have looked really intelligent if some random writer was asking him about adjectives.]
Aubergine, was it? I'm not sure how that would be an elite adjective. It's certainly no "amaranthine" or "mauve." Most people know what an aubergine is. Whether or not the adjective is appropriate, however... Well, what is it you're trying to describe?