[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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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.]