@simon.laurent;

[incelligent]

uhhhh

hey there. hiya? i um

[#killingit with the Social Interaction. Guess who was pulled from his home world at ten and has been living on the Edge without any form of social media for almost a decade? Simon may be handy with gadgets and gizmos, but the whole talking to people thing? Not quite his forte.]

sorry, new here

still combin through the info decks or whatever they're called

was just wondering if anybody had any extra cans of paint lyin around?

[and ofc if things couldn't get any stupider]

ps the paint would be JUST for painting NOT for snIFFING

[who is gonna break his heart and tell him that art supplies are extremely expensive here...
plz... wreck his shit]

Comments

[warfares]

I'm reasonably sure I could find most of those for you.
You are the safehouse, yes?

[incelligent]

sure am!

[Helpful nature aside, Simon has to be careful regardless. When meeting this stranger in the safehouse, he will have to ensure that there are other people around. Perhaps he will ask Shinobu or John for backup.

Safehouse his pale, square behind. There is nothing safe about this place. ]

guess i'll be seein ya soon?

[warfares]

I'll meet you in the kitchen.

( he has food to drop off, anyway. )

text -> action if you're down!

[incelligent]

[And Simon waits in the kitchen as asked, feeling a tad less nervous as Shinobu is close by. He clearly sticks out like a sore thumb with that shaved head of his and the sharp nose, though he catches sight of another pale, lanky, broody guy rather quickly.

He raises his arm to wave.]

Greetings! Uh, Kylo...?

[That doesn't sound like a real name, but uh, different worlds and universes and all that. Whatever, he can dig it.]

Is that what I call you?

Oh, man, I hope you're the right guy. Otherwise this is just gonna be super awkward. A little awkweird, if you will.

[Are you... are you bowing for no gd reason simon istg

Clearly, he has forgotten how to behave in social situations.]