[Scott's response comes with a small smile that he forces back as hard as he can and clears his throat. He pulls his arm back and stares down at Wash's wrist, like he's trying to keep the image of his name on his friend's wrist burned in his memory, before he looks back up and rubs the back of his head.]
Well that's an odd way to mess with us. [He was hoping in some messed up way that the answer would be more complicated than that. But that was too simple. Now what the fuck does he do? Stand here like an idiot? Shrug and go home? He would rather just...stick with Wash for a bit.] Your name, though. It's...got a nice ring to it. Cool, even.
David Washington. [He says with a slightly theatrical spreading of his hands. He doesn't know what the fuck he's doing he's pretty sure he's never been this completely stupid before. They're friends. Why can't he get his shit together?]
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[Scott's response comes with a small smile that he forces back as hard as he can and clears his throat. He pulls his arm back and stares down at Wash's wrist, like he's trying to keep the image of his name on his friend's wrist burned in his memory, before he looks back up and rubs the back of his head.]
Well that's an odd way to mess with us. [He was hoping in some messed up way that the answer would be more complicated than that. But that was too simple. Now what the fuck does he do? Stand here like an idiot? Shrug and go home? He would rather just...stick with Wash for a bit.] Your name, though. It's...got a nice ring to it. Cool, even.
David Washington. [He says with a slightly theatrical spreading of his hands. He doesn't know what the fuck he's doing he's pretty sure he's never been this completely stupid before. They're friends. Why can't he get his shit together?]