Ok, he won't open the wine, he will just sit there as Argine looks at him and shoots down his 'profession'. He didn't introduce his family, his mother's last name was enough. Ramos. He reaches for his spoon to taste the soup, and sees his girlfriend defend him. He shrugs. It's not being an Ace, but he has to explain.
"My family allows us a certain amount of freedom until a certain age. If we can be successful at something of our own choosing before then, and can be fiscally independent, we are allowed to do it. If we are not, we are trained to join in the financial business that my family operates. My uncle is a dance instructor, and had two other professions prior to that where he was very successful. My other uncle is a priest, and the oldest works for my grandfather. I may not be a musician forever, Mrs. Fioro." If that's any consolation to her. if he'd become a toreador, like he dreamed of when he was a child, or a fireman. Would she also dislike it? More? Less? He can't know.
"Whatever happens, I do intend to be capable of taking care of her, Señora. No matter what I have to do to make it possible." He looks determined, serious. He knows that it's possible he will have to do a boring desk job, working with money. Probably a banker. But if that's what it took, he'd do it. Even if he overplayed his hand by admitting at a young age that he intended to be with her as an adult, married to her.
"Catholic." His religion wasn't an option. His faith in God part of who he was, part of his tradition. It was the root of his goodness, of his honesty, of his strength. But he would never force her to convert, even if his parents and grandparents might. He loved her how she was, no matter her (lack of) religion.
"Do you have anything you'd like to ask me?" he bent his head and placed the spoonful of soup into his mouth, eating quietly.
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timeasmymeasure
oh brother xD
Date: 2012-10-28 03:13 am (UTC)"My family allows us a certain amount of freedom until a certain age. If we can be successful at something of our own choosing before then, and can be fiscally independent, we are allowed to do it. If we are not, we are trained to join in the financial business that my family operates. My uncle is a dance instructor, and had two other professions prior to that where he was very successful. My other uncle is a priest, and the oldest works for my grandfather. I may not be a musician forever, Mrs. Fioro." If that's any consolation to her. if he'd become a toreador, like he dreamed of when he was a child, or a fireman. Would she also dislike it? More? Less? He can't know.
"Whatever happens, I do intend to be capable of taking care of her, Señora. No matter what I have to do to make it possible." He looks determined, serious. He knows that it's possible he will have to do a boring desk job, working with money. Probably a banker. But if that's what it took, he'd do it. Even if he overplayed his hand by admitting at a young age that he intended to be with her as an adult, married to her.
"Catholic." His religion wasn't an option. His faith in God part of who he was, part of his tradition. It was the root of his goodness, of his honesty, of his strength. But he would never force her to convert, even if his parents and grandparents might. He loved her how she was, no matter her (lack of) religion.
"Do you have anything you'd like to ask me?" he bent his head and placed the spoonful of soup into his mouth, eating quietly.