Does R look like he knows how to use a calender? He couldn't even keep track of months, much less days (something, he could tell, was up when it started snowing). R is suddenly clamming up at the arrival of his Escort, all the words he'd been happy bleeding out for Howard drying up to dust. Somehow it doesn't feel right doing it when she's here. R looks up and sees way too much teal to belong on one person. "Sea foam", whatever.
"Buh," R raises a hand to wave, not even thinking until now you actually had to pay for the food here. It's a seriously extinct way of doing things. Where he comes from, it's first-come-first-serve, and everything's free. "Th...ank."
The Escort being here makes R so nervous that his words are practically incoherent gurgles now. She's been trying to coach him on "proper" diction ever since he got here. Hovering over his shoulder, nagging him on how he should hold the silverware (or...use it at all), how to stop slouching, on and on. The same stuff coming from Howard would be okay, though, R thinks, because he honestly likes the guy and it's somehow different between buddies. He bets Howard would joke around, use a normal speaking voice instead of that teeth-grating lilt. Also there wouldn't be sea-foam anything involved. R thinks he'd be okay with that.
R starts to shuffle out of the Speakeasy with his chaperone, feet dragging, and he can't resist glancing over his shoulder at Howard back at the table. His first friend in the Capitol. Huh.
Okay, gonna wrap it up with my post
"Buh," R raises a hand to wave, not even thinking until now you actually had to pay for the food here. It's a seriously extinct way of doing things. Where he comes from, it's first-come-first-serve, and everything's free. "Th...ank."
The Escort being here makes R so nervous that his words are practically incoherent gurgles now. She's been trying to coach him on "proper" diction ever since he got here. Hovering over his shoulder, nagging him on how he should hold the silverware (or...use it at all), how to stop slouching, on and on. The same stuff coming from Howard would be okay, though, R thinks, because he honestly likes the guy and it's somehow different between buddies. He bets Howard would joke around, use a normal speaking voice instead of that teeth-grating lilt. Also there wouldn't be sea-foam anything involved. R thinks he'd be okay with that.
R starts to shuffle out of the Speakeasy with his chaperone, feet dragging, and he can't resist glancing over his shoulder at Howard back at the table. His first friend in the Capitol. Huh.