That much he knows, and he's glad for it. He's glad, too, that Blake's only given him one name. It makes his own response seem less out of the ordinary. Maybe the other man will think they're simply both on a last-name basis with one another. Of course, that might be overly formal, given how Wrench has found himself literally bleeding in Blake's defense.
The rest of it, he's less certain of. The fact that the portals close is as new to him as the fact that they open in the first place, and "brain texting" seems as unbelievable as... well, as some of the other things he's seen around Nocwich over the course of the evening. He follows Blake at a pace that's not interested in getting anywhere fast, scribbling some more neat and faintly-loopy handwriting on the scrap.
Just showed up. Don't know much of anything yet. Whose bad side did you just put me on?
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That much he knows, and he's glad for it. He's glad, too, that Blake's only given him one name. It makes his own response seem less out of the ordinary. Maybe the other man will think they're simply both on a last-name basis with one another. Of course, that might be overly formal, given how Wrench has found himself literally bleeding in Blake's defense.
The rest of it, he's less certain of. The fact that the portals close is as new to him as the fact that they open in the first place, and "brain texting" seems as unbelievable as... well, as some of the other things he's seen around Nocwich over the course of the evening. He follows Blake at a pace that's not interested in getting anywhere fast, scribbling some more neat and faintly-loopy handwriting on the scrap.
Just showed up. Don't know much of anything yet. Whose bad side did you just put me on?