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Well Red's pretty fun 8D

[goodnight_vale]

[A bit might be an understatement, Red. He watches her curiously for a few moments.]

Oh...? Hair, yes. That's your hair. Wait....Wait. Are we playing a game now? Wait. I know this one. [He hmms and haws, not quite getting the point of this, but he'll play along!]

Short? Curly? Red? What am I supposed to be guessing here?

[voicelessly]

[ She purses her lips to an inaudible pout. Oh, funny man.

Communicating with people without her voice was shaping up to be a challenge already. How to make this more clear....

She distinctly points to herself. Maybe just one thing at a time. ]

[goodnight_vale]

Alright, alright. I'm just guessing, you know.

[He huffs a little, trying to take this a bit more seriously.]

...You. You are a person-shaped being, yes. I can see that much, but what does your hair have to do with it?

[voicelessly]

[ 'Person shaped being'? Not the conclusion she imagined he'd draw from that. She folds her arms and blows her hair sharply from her face.

Communicating like this wasn't working out so well... She looks around and then kneels down to write with her finger in the dirt. Desperate times, desperate measures.

'My name is Red.' She writes. Hopefully he could make out the letters. ]

[goodnight_vale]

What are you--oh! ...Oh. [He reads what she's written, and then again.] Red. Your name is Red, your hair is red...there's something poetic about that, but I'm not sure what it is. I'm only a radio announcer, you know, Cecil Palmer of the Night Vale Community Radio station.

[He glances around their surrounds once more.] But this...isn't Night Vale. I think we've firmly established that with your...not-so-imaginary pinching. We'd better keep moving, Red. Yes, I think we must. If this turns out to be Desert Bluffs I'm going to be very upset!

[voicelessly]

[ A radio personality. How.. unimaginably fitting. Only someone who narrated the world around them for a living would see a haircolor as any kind of poetry.

Red stood up and tapped him on the shoulder before heading forward. She would lead the way. ]

[goodnight_vale]

[You have no idea, Red. But he likes you, so now you're stuck with him either way.]

You seem to know where you're going. [He follows easily, glancing around at their unfamiliar surroundings.] Or, you look like you know where you're going, which is really just the same thing isn't it? Traveling from point A to point C, all the while avoiding B. No one likes point B. [He scowls a moment.] No one.

[Then, just as quickly, he waves his hand around, the scowl long gone.] But you're confident, at any rate. And I can admire that.