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[trusttheplastic]

Ah, hello.

...I never really know how to start these off. It's odd talking to a little box and then waiting for someone to respond. Would probably be less weird if it were like a cell phone, but...

Uhm, anyways, I want to make an offer. To those of you who've lost your mates. And maybe as something of a security for those of you worried you may lose

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[trusttheplastic]

Uhm... thank you. I guess. I mean, I wouldn't really call it a talent, it's not really something I worked on or anything, it just... is there.

way to typing fail, me. wtg.

[trusttheplastic]

I... suppose that's true. [...Rory doesn't know how he feels about calling his little Auton skills a talent. On one hand, it almost makes him more human, but on the other, it feels too much like he's accepting them. He's gone two-thousand years without really accepting the Auton business, he doesn't want to start now.]

[trusttheplastic]

Rory Williams. And, well, I suppose that is a very positive way of looking at things. Especially since I can potentially help people, at least to give them some reassurance and they wouldn't have to keep wondering.