[Teddy's starting to feel a little bit like maybe none of the things they think are polite are actually normal at all. Maybe a thing to ask about. Or maybe it's just --]
Bigby. [He repeats it, with a nod, to remember it as much as to acknowledge -- cool name; sounds kind of like a last name, maybe it is, who knows -- and doesn't draw out the handshake past a brief firm clasp. (You have to give firm handshakes when you're 5'1 in shoes.)]
If Bigby has any interest in such things, the gesture will also have made one of the rose tattoos and the hard part of hard work across Teddy's knuckles a little more obvious.
Teddy flashes an uncertain grin, and then it fades as she realizes Bigby hasn't cracked a smile or any other sign that he's joking. If that's a "see how gullible the new kid is" joke, he's got a good poker face.]
You're ...not kidding, are you.
[They reckon with that a little] I guess... I mean, this place looks -- pretty tiny, right? Isolated. Where I come from's sort of the middle of nowhere, and we do get our share of weirdos. Maybe not a cult, exactly. But pair up boredom and hopelessness and I feel like people get a little desperate for something to believe in.
[Teddy crosses her arms, expression wary, and sits down.]
So...what kind of other shit are we talking about?
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Bigby. [He repeats it, with a nod, to remember it as much as to acknowledge -- cool name; sounds kind of like a last name, maybe it is, who knows -- and doesn't draw out the handshake past a brief firm clasp. (You have to give firm handshakes when you're 5'1 in shoes.)]
If Bigby has any interest in such things, the gesture will also have made one of the rose tattoos and the hard part of hard work across Teddy's knuckles a little more obvious.
Teddy flashes an uncertain grin, and then it fades as she realizes Bigby hasn't cracked a smile or any other sign that he's joking. If that's a "see how gullible the new kid is" joke, he's got a good poker face.]
You're ...not kidding, are you.
[They reckon with that a little] I guess... I mean, this place looks -- pretty tiny, right? Isolated. Where I come from's sort of the middle of nowhere, and we do get our share of weirdos. Maybe not a cult, exactly. But pair up boredom and hopelessness and I feel like people get a little desperate for something to believe in.
[Teddy crosses her arms, expression wary, and sits down.]
So...what kind of other shit are we talking about?