Life Choices

"No worries, I know not to stare, it's common courtesy anyways. I find it interesting but unless prompted I probably won't dig if people don't mention it." Thus was the politeness and manners trained into Malvoes from a young age. Though he was sure there were misunderstandings from time-to-time due to the fact that he liked to keep eye contact with the people he spoke with.

"Well, to not make any presumptions with what you're familiar with. I come from a small town in Michigan, a state within the United States of America, which should be the of North America but that's just something I have a bit of an annoyance with. If you ever look at a map of the States, it's the one that looks like a mitten." Mal would raise his right hand, materializing a mitten around it to give a physical representation of what he meant.

Mal would nod solemnly at Ion's first comment, it sounded partly sad and partly interesting to Mal. He'd hear of all these different places from people and their travels, but only knowing the island. Mal would laugh as well, dispelling the mitten in a small shower of blue rose petals, "As far as I know, most people from Michigan refer to it as the mit."

Mal would sit back in his chair, placing a hand to his chin and tapping a finger to it as he thought of how to describe his home. "Cold." He'd chuckle but it was a relatively apt description. "Well, I lived in small and mostly poor town. Most people referred to it as the bungee cord because 'you'll always find your way back, no matter what.' A lot of families, small buildings, small time crime, a real rural town."

"If you ask me-" Which it seemed he wasn't, "the 'small town experience' is overrated. Rural areas and wannabe gangsters are a prominent thing in most from what I've heard. But there is something about it, the natural part of it that I do enjoy." His tone would go soft, reminiscing in his mind of starry nights with a telescope.

"Yea..noticed the lack of poor from the private boat that picked me up from the east coast." Which was a joke, but probably not too funny. "It comes from a lot of things honestly, I grew up poor, so did my mom. It's why this whole schooling thing is more of a dream than meeting people that can shoot lasers or turn into animals and people that aren't human, or half-human." Mal thought back to the cracked side walks, run down buildings, and odd jobs of his home. Then his face would go a little downcast as the guilt hit him, he left his mom back in that, alone with his uncle. True she did practically force him to come here but it didn't make him feel any better.

"Yeah, the only time I got knowledge for vampires and aliens were from Buffy and The X-Files." Mal wondered if that reference was too old, or how television coverage works on the island, nonetheless his point was probably made.

Mal would nod sagely, or as sagely as he could, "Takes all kinds to make the world we live in. Especially when the island is included." Mal always thought that it was kind of odd referring to Manta Carlos as the island, just gave it a sort of Lost feel.

Mal would glance up at the clock himself, wow time had flown, maybe he had side tracked the conversation too many times, ah well he had some fun.

"It did actually, I'll be looking into getting a job with Park Services or something with the forest. All the while contemplating what I'm doing with my schooling, giving me work, and time to walk and think." He'd give a bit of a smile, thinking for a moment. "And it was nice chatting with you and learning other bits, about you and the island." He'd offer a hand to Ophion, friendly handshake and such, Mal was a warm person before anything, manners and in the physical sense.