"Were you really in Scouts?" Iggy asks, still fascinated. He himself never was. He giggles soundlessly again. "Look, for the record, I was just defaulting to how I pay the bills back home."
"Oh. So why is it West Virginia? Is-- oh. Oh, it's relative? Oh my god, I'm so dumb." He is, a little, but mostly it's that he's never had a reason to learn American geography.
"Oh, I like mountains! And forests. I hate camping, though. So I guess I like them aesthetically." He beams. "Take me hooooome?"
He claps his hands together. "Oh, shit, yeah! We're really close then! Yeah, you've not missed anything much, then, it was like, March."
Iggy pushes his curls back with one hand. "Well. I'm from Nanaimo, but I've been living in Vancouver for the past few years for art school. Which I dunno if you know anything about Vancouver, but that sentence explains why my night job is camming. Pricey."
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"Oh. So why is it West Virginia? Is-- oh. Oh, it's relative? Oh my god, I'm so dumb." He is, a little, but mostly it's that he's never had a reason to learn American geography.
"Oh, I like mountains! And forests. I hate camping, though. So I guess I like them aesthetically." He beams. "Take me hooooome?"
He claps his hands together. "Oh, shit, yeah! We're really close then! Yeah, you've not missed anything much, then, it was like, March."
Iggy pushes his curls back with one hand. "Well. I'm from Nanaimo, but I've been living in Vancouver for the past few years for art school. Which I dunno if you know anything about Vancouver, but that sentence explains why my night job is camming. Pricey."