"Ohhhhhh, okay, I gotcha, I think. Preferred pronouns? I'm he/him." It's not an unusual thing to discuss, for Iggy.
With all due respect to Teddy's roots, Iggy is imagining Doomsday preppers. Just a little bit. But that doesn't matter because the word friend has been uttered. Friend! As someone who grew up very isolated and terribly lonely, the word makes Iggy's heart open right up. Teddy could probably ask for anything now and Iggy would do his best to provide.
He listens to the abbreviated history of West Virginia, trying to reconcile it with movies or YouTube videos or even TikToks he may have seen. He's forming a bit of a mental image now. Mountain folk. Alright.
Iggy's face suddenly pales in horror. "Oh my goodness," he says. "No coffee. I didn't even consider..." He groans and covers his face with his hands for a moment. "No cigarettes, no cocaine, no coffee... Oh my god, just kill me now, nevermind putting me in the stocks!"
He sighs. "Yeah, just more of the same old shit. Some good news, lots of bad, but we have to keep on going regardless." A pause. "Well. We don't. Not anymore."
"It's on Vancouver Island, yeah," Iggy explains. "Vancouver the city is on the mainland. You know, just to really confuse people. It's just a few hours north of Seattle, if that helps. And we have a lot of movies shot there, yeah, so you're not wrong. The killer whales are on the coast too! I've seen em. Mostly growing up I saw harbour seals, though. So cute." He smiles impishly. "I think Case is from Washington though, sorry."
He wrinkles his nose. "God, yeah, like, a one bedroom is going for three grand a month. In comparison being stuck here in the Olden Village is a fucking relief."
Iggy flips a wrist in a sort of 'voila!' gesture. "I? Do watercolours. Mostly landscapes. I've been told it's super boring of me. Were you in school? You look about my age. I'm twenty-four."
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With all due respect to Teddy's roots, Iggy is imagining Doomsday preppers. Just a little bit. But that doesn't matter because the word friend has been uttered. Friend! As someone who grew up very isolated and terribly lonely, the word makes Iggy's heart open right up. Teddy could probably ask for anything now and Iggy would do his best to provide.
He listens to the abbreviated history of West Virginia, trying to reconcile it with movies or YouTube videos or even TikToks he may have seen. He's forming a bit of a mental image now. Mountain folk. Alright.
Iggy's face suddenly pales in horror. "Oh my goodness," he says. "No coffee. I didn't even consider..." He groans and covers his face with his hands for a moment. "No cigarettes, no cocaine, no coffee... Oh my god, just kill me now, nevermind putting me in the stocks!"
He sighs. "Yeah, just more of the same old shit. Some good news, lots of bad, but we have to keep on going regardless." A pause. "Well. We don't. Not anymore."
"It's on Vancouver Island, yeah," Iggy explains. "Vancouver the city is on the mainland. You know, just to really confuse people. It's just a few hours north of Seattle, if that helps. And we have a lot of movies shot there, yeah, so you're not wrong. The killer whales are on the coast too! I've seen em. Mostly growing up I saw harbour seals, though. So cute." He smiles impishly. "I think Case is from Washington though, sorry."
He wrinkles his nose. "God, yeah, like, a one bedroom is going for three grand a month. In comparison being stuck here in the Olden Village is a fucking relief."
Iggy flips a wrist in a sort of 'voila!' gesture. "I? Do watercolours. Mostly landscapes. I've been told it's super boring of me. Were you in school? You look about my age. I'm twenty-four."