Post by Trevor Paige on Apr 23, 2016 21:06:28 GMT -6
Trevor, even though he was the butt of the stinging barb Penelope had jabbed him with, laughed. It was an almost incredulous laugh, one born from a near shock not from what she said but that she'd had the gumption to say it in the first place. She wasn't wrong and even Trevor had to admit how crazy it all sounded. His head shook as he followed suit and got to his feet. He didn't want to be the only one sitting on the ground.
"That's not fair." He pointed out, brushing off the seat of his pants even though it really didn't matter. This was all a dream, after all. "Believe me if you want to find yourself a seventeen year old that has his entire life planned out for him you're going to be find it boring. You'll end up with some accountant or something who's never had a day of fun in his life, what with his exciting hobbies of stamp collecting and watching reruns of old gameshows." Trevor didn't have the slightest clue where the hell he was going with all that but he felt he needed to defend himself somehow.
What Penelope had accomplished was to get Trevor to fall silent and think for a moment. He abhorred the kind of strict, rigid environment that came with what he knew of any sort of police work and just the idea of being a cop of all things left a bad taste in his mouth. The more he let the concept roll around in his mind, though, the more it started to seem like not such a bad idea. Penelope wasn't wrong, his inhuman attention to detail would serve him well in such a line of work and it would probably be something that would get his overbearing family off his back. "Well..." He said, running a hand through his hair. "Okay, fine." He gave in after a short, internal deliberation. "When I finish computer science in a couple months I'll start criminal justice and see how I like it."
"That's not fair." He pointed out, brushing off the seat of his pants even though it really didn't matter. This was all a dream, after all. "Believe me if you want to find yourself a seventeen year old that has his entire life planned out for him you're going to be find it boring. You'll end up with some accountant or something who's never had a day of fun in his life, what with his exciting hobbies of stamp collecting and watching reruns of old gameshows." Trevor didn't have the slightest clue where the hell he was going with all that but he felt he needed to defend himself somehow.
What Penelope had accomplished was to get Trevor to fall silent and think for a moment. He abhorred the kind of strict, rigid environment that came with what he knew of any sort of police work and just the idea of being a cop of all things left a bad taste in his mouth. The more he let the concept roll around in his mind, though, the more it started to seem like not such a bad idea. Penelope wasn't wrong, his inhuman attention to detail would serve him well in such a line of work and it would probably be something that would get his overbearing family off his back. "Well..." He said, running a hand through his hair. "Okay, fine." He gave in after a short, internal deliberation. "When I finish computer science in a couple months I'll start criminal justice and see how I like it."