[ No accounting for your taste either, girlfriend. The clothes are totally forgotten, but there's a slightly dubious glance at the journal in his hand as he processes the ramifications. ] George is a wolf.
[ Pensive, said mostly to himself, then he looks back to Annie. ] What kind of wolf?
[ Obviously not. At least not where she's from, and it's not something he's insanely keen to explain. ] No, of course not. Not really. I mean, there's purebreds and then... mutts, I guess, they didn't actually ever— he's a mutt, right?
[ He squints at her slightly, maybe tracking that line of thought, but he accepts the shirt gracefully when offered. ]
... thanks. [ And awkward silence while he tries to figure out how to subtly ask her to get out, but he eventually gives up on the subtle part. ] So if you don't mind, I'm going to finish raiding bizarro me's belongings while I process the existence of another bizarro me. Who's English.
[ And that'd be a "goodbye", except: ] What's his number?
Great. Thank you, I'll just... get right on that. [ Or never. In the meantime, have a slightly expectant look while Josh stands there holding a shirt and his journal, clearly ready to finish raiding his old room. ]
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Well, there's no accounting for taste.
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[ No accounting for your taste either, girlfriend. The clothes are totally forgotten, but there's a slightly dubious glance at the journal in his hand as he processes the ramifications. ] George is a wolf.
[ Pensive, said mostly to himself, then he looks back to Annie. ] What kind of wolf?
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There's more than one kind?
[Clearly not where she comes from.]
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[ Obviously not. At least not where she's from, and it's not something he's insanely keen to explain. ] No, of course not. Not really. I mean, there's purebreds and then... mutts, I guess, they didn't actually ever— he's a mutt, right?
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[She looks confused. Very.]
You'll have to ask him.
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[ Totally never going to ask him. And after a long pause: ] You know you can't take my shirt now, right?
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Contemplates rentaghosting away with it.....
.......and hands it back to him.]
There you go.
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... thanks. [ And awkward silence while he tries to figure out how to subtly ask her to get out, but he eventually gives up on the subtle part. ] So if you don't mind, I'm going to finish raiding bizarro me's belongings while I process the existence of another bizarro me. Who's English.
[ And that'd be a "goodbye", except: ] What's his number?
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Oh! It's 20-2.
[Said with the dash to distinguish it from 22]
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Oh! Oh, right, sorry, have a good day!
[And rentaghosts away]