poly_chromatic | ║ eighty-third stanza ║ voice

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dead poets society - todd anderson

║ eighty-third stanza ║ voice

I feel like I say the same thing every time this happens. I mean, I... I've probably even said that before.

So, anyone who's looking for me - if there is anyone - I'm here, if you want to say hello or anything. I don't mind. I... do sort of mind people I don't know grabbing me, or yelling at me, or calling me Ethan, especially since my name isn't Ethan.

But... saying hello is okay.

[ooc: Open to anything except duplicates, but please don't tell him he's fictional. Super ultra extra backtag friendly!]

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[There are some things that just make you regret learning to be a little more sociable.]

... uh-- um. I'm sorry, what?

Hello.

You okay man? [Isaac doesn't know the guy, but he looks a bit freaked out by something] So what is your name?

Yeah-- yeah, I'm okay, I just... I don't really like crowds very much.

I'm Todd.

[There's a small yellow pony with pink hair on the screen. She looks nervous.]

H-hello?

[... okay, that's not the strangest thing he's ever seen. And she's obviously nervous. He can relate. So he speaks quietly and gently - which, of course, comes easy to him.]

Hi.

You okay?

Oh... hello. I'm okay, thank you, but I was wondering if it's not too much trouble if I ask if you've seen any other ponies?

It's okay if you haven't. I've lost them here before.

Oh... no, no-- um, it's no trouble, but... I'm sorry. I haven't seen any this weekend.

Though, there might be some here? It can be hard to keep track of when it gets this crowded...