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[washitaway]

[Booker's looking a little awkward today - probably because instead of questions or demands, he's just got...well, maybe an announcement to make? Either way, he's just more aware of the fact that this network thing is a pretty public platform and Booker DeWitt? Is no public speaker.

So he clears his throat.]

So, uh. Some of you've been saying you're in need of food? And we've got an abundance of it here. Elizabeth's doing her best to feed me up, I guess, and I can't eat all of it myself. I'm out and about making deliveries most every day as it is, I can always bring some leftovers around with me too.

[He scratches the back of his neck, then glances off to the side and holds up a bright red knitted scarf.]

We may have a number of these, soon, too. [His look is rather confused, like 'is this normal?' Or possibly, 'help me!' And then he turns the feed off.]

Comments

[washitaway]

It's... fine, don't worry about it.

[barebacking]

We should probably move on to another topic, yes?

[washitaway]

Might be for the best. [Except Booker sucks at small talk, woops.]

[barebacking]

All right.

Well, my name is Yaha. And what is your name?

[washitaway]

I'm Booker. Booker DeWitt. Pleasure to meet you. [He's at least got his manners. Mostly.]

[barebacking]

The pleasure is all mine... is it all right to call you 'Booker?' Or is that too forward of me?

[washitaway]

Booker's fine. I prefer it, actually.

[The formality of 'Mr. DeWitt' discomfits him, sometimes.]

[barebacking]

Well, it suits you.

A strong name for a strong man.

[washitaway]

I, uh. Thanks, I guess. I've never really thought about my name much.

[barebacking]

Well, perhaps, you should.

It was given to you with love, right?

[washitaway]

I guess? My folks died a long time ago, it's never really made much difference.

[barebacking]

Oh.

I'm sorry. That must have been difficult for you.

[washitaway]

Uh, I suppose. It was a long time ago. [And Booker is emotionally constipated, to boot.]

[barebacking]

I... I suppose I'm not very good at small talk. [ Yes, he'll blame himself. ]

I'm happy that you're able to carry things much better than I am.

[washitaway]

[He huffs out a laugh.]

Not really. I'm terrible at this.

[barebacking]

Are you?

Why's that?

[washitaway]

I dunno. I never have been.

[barebacking]

Then this is good practice.

[washitaway]

Wasn't really lookin' to practice, honestly.

[barebacking]

Why's that?

[washitaway]

Be...cause I didn't think about it? I had a thing to say, and I said it.

[barebacking]

So you don't have any filter?

[washitaway]

[Booker's just thoroughly confused now.]

A what?

[barebacking]

Did I not use that right?

[washitaway]

I have no idea. [He's never heard the phrase before.]