[say]"Sam?"[/say]
Sam doesn't really know Edwyn, but who doesn't know Sam?
Raising a hand to the man, Edwyn makes his way over. The writer is all easy smiles and casual posture, dressed appropriately for the season and their race, which was just to say wearing only a t-shirt and trousers. The smile on his face is genuine and wide, the smile one might give to an old friend, which the two certainly are not. But that's just the sort of man Edwyn was: he treated everyone as though they were close friends, extending every courtesy and comfort even when it was perhaps strange to do so.
[say]"Edwyn,"[/say] He supplements, not wanting to make the red-head have to awkwardly fumble for his name in return. [say]"What a lovely night it is. Don't you think?"[/say]
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Sam doesn't really know Edwyn, but who doesn't know Sam?
Raising a hand to the man, Edwyn makes his way over. The writer is all easy smiles and casual posture, dressed appropriately for the season and their race, which was just to say wearing only a t-shirt and trousers. The smile on his face is genuine and wide, the smile one might give to an old friend, which the two certainly are not. But that's just the sort of man Edwyn was: he treated everyone as though they were close friends, extending every courtesy and comfort even when it was perhaps strange to do so.
[say]"Edwyn,"[/say] He supplements, not wanting to make the red-head have to awkwardly fumble for his name in return. [say]"What a lovely night it is. Don't you think?"[/say]
SORRY. I lost this since it wasn't in my queueeeee
