[ It comes off a bit snippy, the curt tone a result of his turmoil — what could he even say? If she didn't remember, why should he bother even making a case for himself? "You and I were trapped in American suburbia in an alternate dimension"? Yeah, fucking right. ]
We met. Once. But even that seems like a long time ago, now.
[ the testy reply makes her wrinkle her nose; clearly, she finds that sort of attitude a little distasteful, and she would have been more than willing to end this conversation right there and continue on her merry way. But, again, he goes and says something unusual.
Her dreadful curiosity always gets the better of her. ]
Once? Where? Were you at a convention? Forgive my bluntness, but you don't look like the scholarly type.
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... Have we met, sir?
[ He looked like a punk. She'd remember meeting someone like this; her memory is good. But there was nothing to recognize in his features. ]
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[ It comes off a bit snippy, the curt tone a result of his turmoil — what could he even say? If she didn't remember, why should he bother even making a case for himself? "You and I were trapped in American suburbia in an alternate dimension"? Yeah, fucking right. ]
We met. Once. But even that seems like a long time ago, now.
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Her dreadful curiosity always gets the better of her. ]
Once? Where? Were you at a convention? Forgive my bluntness, but you don't look like the scholarly type.