Jesus, Martin's still going strong, isn't he? John sets down his chopsticks so he can refill his glass without straightening out of his comfortable slump, one eyebrow arching slightly as he does so, more impressed than judgmental. They're both going to be a mess tomorrow, but that's a problem for tomorrow. For now, he's going to bloody well enjoy himself.
Even though John is the one who suggested both their names be part of it, it's still oddly charming to hear Martin actually throwing ideas out there. Emphasis on the odd, probably. Things have been moving at such a fast clip that the magnitude of what they're doing keeps striking him afresh, no less bizarre for its necessity. And naming it gives it a sort of conceptual solidity to go along with the physical location.
He smiles faintly when Martin starts going on about rhythm and meter. "Well, you are the poet," he acknowledges. "And it does sound..." he means to say 'better,' but what it also sounds is familiar. It takes him a few moments to work it out, and then he huffs quietly. "Might be a bit 'Breekon & Hope.'" God, this might be harder than he'd thought. A good name seems important, though, and he wants to make sure they get it right.
Not that his brain is offering anything particularly useful, and John shuts his eyes, trying to focus without much luck. "Maybe it's enough to tack something on in front of our names. 'The Repository of Blackwood and Sims,' or something."
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Even though John is the one who suggested both their names be part of it, it's still oddly charming to hear Martin actually throwing ideas out there. Emphasis on the odd, probably. Things have been moving at such a fast clip that the magnitude of what they're doing keeps striking him afresh, no less bizarre for its necessity. And naming it gives it a sort of conceptual solidity to go along with the physical location.
He smiles faintly when Martin starts going on about rhythm and meter. "Well, you are the poet," he acknowledges. "And it does sound..." he means to say 'better,' but what it also sounds is familiar. It takes him a few moments to work it out, and then he huffs quietly. "Might be a bit 'Breekon & Hope.'" God, this might be harder than he'd thought. A good name seems important, though, and he wants to make sure they get it right.
Not that his brain is offering anything particularly useful, and John shuts his eyes, trying to focus without much luck. "Maybe it's enough to tack something on in front of our names. 'The Repository of Blackwood and Sims,' or something."