[Oh? He has to admit, that's not quite the response he expected, and Henry tilts his head just a bit in response, even when presented with a compromise in turn.]
No? Feeling gunshy?
[It's a light-hearted question, of course, without any audible cut to the edges of any syllable. But maybe Aunamee can hear it for what it is: Afraid for what might happen?
Perhaps he fears what the influence of another psionic would do to him, unbidden? Especially if his powers are not what they once were. On one hand, he cannot blame him. On the other? Well. How quickly he is to back out.
The smile doesn't leave his face. He does catch his drift, though.]
I guess I can't blame you. But really, what's one mess in a huge collection of them?
[A rave is not exactly the. Cleanest place to be.]
Still, I wouldn't mind touching base now and again. Sorry— I didn't catch your name...?
[He doesn't give his name. Not right away. Instead, he extends his right hand for Henry to take. He's wearing gloves, white and pristine, stitched with a degree of precision that screams overpriced tailor -- or perhaps neurotic, each seam a little too tight. This isn't fashion. It's obsession.
He only speaks after Henry takes his hand.]
It's everything.
[His handshake is firm. Practiced, like a smile in a mirror.]
The world is messy, dear stranger, but I do not abide by it. I never have.
[Gloves and all. Either he does not wish to get dirty, or he wants to make an impression, Henry muses. Could be both.]
Aunamee. That's an unforgettable name.
[He drops his hand once it's released, folding it back in front of him with the other. Perhaps, if the other man is observant, he will note the inked tattoo of a 001 on the inside wrist of his left arm.
The courteous smile on his face has not gone anywhere, though.]
I'll remember you, for sure. As for me... I'm Henry. Henry Creel. Been here a few months now, so if you have any questions, I don't mind answering them.
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No? Feeling gunshy?
[It's a light-hearted question, of course, without any audible cut to the edges of any syllable. But maybe Aunamee can hear it for what it is: Afraid for what might happen?
Perhaps he fears what the influence of another psionic would do to him, unbidden? Especially if his powers are not what they once were. On one hand, he cannot blame him. On the other? Well. How quickly he is to back out.
The smile doesn't leave his face. He does catch his drift, though.]
I guess I can't blame you. But really, what's one mess in a huge collection of them?
[A rave is not exactly the. Cleanest place to be.]
Still, I wouldn't mind touching base now and again. Sorry— I didn't catch your name...?
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He only speaks after Henry takes his hand.]
It's everything.
[His handshake is firm. Practiced, like a smile in a mirror.]
The world is messy, dear stranger, but I do not abide by it. I never have.
[A beat. He releases his hand with a mild smile.]
My name is Aunamee. What's yours?
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Aunamee. That's an unforgettable name.
[He drops his hand once it's released, folding it back in front of him with the other. Perhaps, if the other man is observant, he will note the inked tattoo of a 001 on the inside wrist of his left arm.
The courteous smile on his face has not gone anywhere, though.]
I'll remember you, for sure. As for me... I'm Henry. Henry Creel. Been here a few months now, so if you have any questions, I don't mind answering them.
[Now, or later.]