"You did just fine, Edward." [he smiles, a little] "If it makes you feel any better, the first time I actually tried to talk to Gertrude, I knocked a mixing bowl off the counter and spilled cake batter everywhere. And she had to remake the entire thing."
"Ah--" [he's about to say more--but then doors open, and the guards come in to escort Edward out]"--I do hope the sweater is indeed helpful, at least."
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[HE HAS NO SAY IN THE MATTER, OSWALD?]
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STAND
AND EXIT]
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At which point he immediately puts his head down on the table. Resisting the urge to scream.]
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[mildly, with a gentle hint of amusement. Elijah sure was standing a bit behind you that whole time Edward]
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Edward slowly lifts his head up. He does not turn his head to look at Elijah. He just. Puts a hand over his face.]
Oh my god.
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[D-DON'T TALK ABOUT IT AS IF HE LIKES OSWALD OR ANYTHING
HE DOESN'T
AT ALL]
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[Case in point.]
Or, you know, people who kind of have to talk to me.
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It's been a bit...
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It's not like I've never talked to people before or anything, just. Usually they've given up by now.
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Sure.
[He's a little quiet, at that. There are things he wants to say about it, but, well. It's Oswald's dad.
It seems rude.]
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...Hm.
[He doesn't say more. Just... holds onto the sweater, as the guards approach him. And he lets out a sigh. Right.
Time to head back...]
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