Eduardo lets out a huff of a laugh, doing his best (and mostly succeeding) to keep any bitterness from creeping into its tone. It would have been nice, he thinks, to have Mark say things like this at the time, to point out that it shouldn't have been a big deal rather than leaving Eduardo to try to defend himself once more, when he was already going to have to do so to the school and the various animal rights groups and the Phoenix itself and his father. To have one person in his corner, that might have helped. It's so far in the past, though, that he doesn't want to dredge it all up, choosing instead to move on to an explanation.
"No, when I say my chicken, I mean —" he starts, bringing his hands to curl over the back of his neck, clearly self-conscious. "You know how you just... showed up here, out of nowhere? Sometimes things do, too. Like, from home. This isn't just achicken, it's the chicken. Showed up here back in February." He smiles then, slowly, a look entirely at odds with his demeanor from moments before. "I named it Sean Parker."
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Date: 2011-07-03 08:30 pm (UTC)"No, when I say my chicken, I mean —" he starts, bringing his hands to curl over the back of his neck, clearly self-conscious. "You know how you just... showed up here, out of nowhere? Sometimes things do, too. Like, from home. This isn't just achicken, it's the chicken. Showed up here back in February." He smiles then, slowly, a look entirely at odds with his demeanor from moments before. "I named it Sean Parker."