derping with the boggins. no plans, just tentatively voice testing.

[experting]

No contract? Ah, well, I cannot say I'm an expert on how these... agreements— [ Yes, that word will do, ha. ]—are meant to work, but without a contract, there is no place to sign. And if I cannot sign, well, I suppose I have not agreed to this agreement. [ Ha! ]

Yes. So. [ Straightening his already straightened jacket. ]

If you would not mind, I think I will be... leaving. [ Ahem, yes; keep it up, don't lose that backbone now. ] … Which I will be doing in a moment. That is to say, actually... ah, right now? [ No no no, that hadn't been a question! He is leaving this instant! Or... oh, wait. ] … Soon. Yes, that sounds better. [ Because... how is he supposed to leave this place?

So not fidgeting. Much. ]


… This way... or is it that? [ Pointing until his arms cross one another and no. He's talking to himself; not asking for help, thank you very much, hmph. ] … And there are no signs. Hm. Typical.

Comments

................. you just had to go there, didn't you

[experting]

[ … Oh. That is... quite nice. Too nice. Maybe a tad exaggerated as well, because he's a simple hobbit and courage and honor and strength are more suited for folk not quite so, well, simple. He'd been in the middle of a short-winded tirade too, hadn't he? Huh, sheepish, yes, that's the word for it. That's what he is.

At least he's sheepish enough not to disagree with the praise, if only to avoid seeming less hospitable than he'd shown mere moments ago. Balling his hand and pressing it to his mouth as he clears his throat, he glances to the side and then back to the man, letting his hand swing down... and keep swinging for one, two, before finally settling on his hip as his other eventually, after another pause, mirrors the placement on the other side. ] Bilbo. [ Another slight clearing of his throat. ] Bilbo will do, mhm. [ Maybe a more casual air will settle his nerves. Probably not, but, a hobbit can hope. ]