pc catchall for boothill

[agleam]

something will go here sometime

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[agleam]

Oh - yeah, hers and Maya's. What'd she tell you?

[lightly curious more than anything, but he gives a little grin when boothill asks the next question.]

That's Porridge! You can pet him if you want, he's really friendly.

[true to that sentiment, porridge wanders towards him as he kneels, sniffing at him curiously.]

[shirtbag]

[ boothill is actually an outdoorsy man despite the metal exterior... he holds his hand out for sniffs. once he has permission, he will pet. ]

Heh. So this is Porridge, huh? I wondered if you were just walkin' around with a big ole bowl of it.

[ he saw it on his passport. anyway, boothill's smile fades. ]

Said this was would be your third game. That right?

[agleam]

[he immediately has permission. let the pets commence. porridge makes a happy chirping noise while rupert gives a little laugh to the first part.]

Honestly, that's a fair assumption. It does seem like the kind of thing they would pull.

[his smile also fades a little, though, as he pauses for a moment.]

Yeah, that's right. But, well - you know. It is what it is.

[shirtbag]

How the hell does that work? They think you ain't had enough?

[ boothill seems genuinely upset by this. ]

Don't mean nothin' bad by this, but you seem like a normal as heck kinda guy.

[agleam]

I mean, I'm not going to argue that they're stupid and that this really sucks. But I think this is hard for everyone, no matter how many times it's been.

[a beat, and then a little shrug.]

I guess it depends how you're defining normal...?

[shirtbag]

I dunno. Don't look like you got fancy clothes or somethin' up your sleeve... Do ya'?

[agleam]

The pinnacle of weirdness... Fancy clothes.

[he seems amused, but not in the sense that he's making a joke at boothill's expense. after a moment of internal debate:]

I'm a prince, actually. So. Probably at least a seven out of ten on the weird scale.