( Oh, okay. Okay, cool. She's one of those talks in third person people. That's not super common, but also, not a completely novel thing. He has, in fact, met an entire race of beings who refer to themselves in third person — mostly because their entire language is just the name of their species repeated over and over again in varying octaves. The ak-yaks are psychic, somehow it works for them.
She's a lot taller than an ak-yak, though. Also, way less annoying. And not green.
After the realization dawns, he hurries to introduce himself back with a wave and a: )
Jack. His name. I mean- my name. My name is Jack. Sorry, I'm not good at- words, out loud, with my mouth, sometimes.
( Written is more his area. He communicates way better when there's a buffer between his brain and what actually comes out. A pencil or a keyboard usually does the trick. Amazing how much less stupid he sounds in writing than in actual conversation. )
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She's a lot taller than an ak-yak, though. Also, way less annoying. And not green.
After the realization dawns, he hurries to introduce himself back with a wave and a: )
Jack. His name. I mean- my name. My name is Jack. Sorry, I'm not good at- words, out loud, with my mouth, sometimes.
( Written is more his area. He communicates way better when there's a buffer between his brain and what actually comes out. A pencil or a keyboard usually does the trick. Amazing how much less stupid he sounds in writing than in actual conversation. )