There's no getting around this: you desperately need to attend anger management. You're just as headstrong and opinionated, and your energy and enthusiasm can turn into explosive violence at the drop of a hat. You're a walking time bomb of seething rage, and the more you try to hide it, the more it escapes in unpredictable, volatile mood swings. Do yourself a favor and invest in a stress ball or a gym membership before you do something you'll really regret.
“You mean the Marquis. It wasn’t simply me stuffing myself down his back… Elmdore would often provide for my mother and I out of the kindness of his heart.”
Argath sighs. Not that a commoner would understand entirely these norms of the nobility. “And as such, I worked as his servant. I’m assuming Misu had a similar arrangement with Marquis Elmdore.”
“It ain’t my business,” he admitted. “I ain’t got no idea whut Misu did. Jus’ more surprised that he could suck up t’someone fer so long.” Seeing the look on the blond’s face would even make Seth back off verbally. Not pressing the other about the late marquis or even make joke of it.
“M… Misu..? Misuteru Atamasuke? You must be his brother then!” Argath’s own realizations struck.
“Ahahahaha! How rich, that I might meet the two of you amidst such broad circumstance!” It is hard to pinpoint whether Argath is laughing mad or simply laughing with genuine delight.
“Ahhh, well Seth, this is certainly an odd meeting. I can assure you though, I am no brat. Misu and I eventually had differences of opinion.”
“I donno ‘bout that. Y’both were up that one dude’s arse. Whut’s his name.. The one that got murdered a few years back.” As Seth was a mere commoner he didn’t know the truth about just what had really happened to the Marquis. “S’fine anyway, ain’t like I talk to him either.”
Argath oddly did not mind being called a kid. Being young did not mean others automatically considered him incompetent or lesser; only when they made it unquestionably clear did Argath take offense.
So he rubs his chin a moment, trying to think of an answer for this man. Who was Seth, and what had drawn Argath to find him? Maybe it was the rumors of a man who could make a lute sing divinely….
“I must say you seem rather…” He loses his train of thought momentarily. Only momentarily though. “Yes. As though we’ve met before.”
“Wait I know.” Taking a long drag from his cigarette Seth would start to stare more at the youth. Squinting at him a bit it would dawn onto him. “OI! Yew were that other brat that fuckin’ hung around Misu! Fuck.”
He gave a light shrug. “I ain’t saying I was bein’ whatever. Yer the one that came over here, kid.” At least Argath looked like a kid to Seth. “Tho I gotta say, y’seem a little familiar fer some reason.”
"So you're the Seth I was told about." Has a half-frown, half-smirk look.
“No fuckin’ shit.” He would quietly puff on his cigarette. In spite wanting to say something sarcastic and ruffle the other’s feathers he would refrain, just this once. “So whatchi want? A sing or somethin’?”