"I'm Howard." He drums his fingers on one hand, the unbandaged one, the one he carries a knife with, over the fabric and on the thermos in a jazzy sort of rhythm before he starts walking, doing his best not to limp in front of Tim. "Tomorrowland has gift shops. They mostly been run through already, but there's some useful stuff too."
He gestures to his clothes. "That's where I got the new clothes, too. You don't want to know what my old set looked like. The Capitol dressed me all in white, and, well."
He motions to his face again. "I looked like a giant tampon."
Not the most polite way of putting things, but Howard's only just out of the age where fart jokes are the height of comedy. Even before the FAYZ, he wasn't the most polite kid, but he's eschewed most social etiquette entirely in the last two years. "Look, I can show you where the piranhas are at and we can get you some Indiana Jones swag or something. You know Indy, right? Crystal Skull, Temple of Doom, all that?"
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He gestures to his clothes. "That's where I got the new clothes, too. You don't want to know what my old set looked like. The Capitol dressed me all in white, and, well."
He motions to his face again. "I looked like a giant tampon."
Not the most polite way of putting things, but Howard's only just out of the age where fart jokes are the height of comedy. Even before the FAYZ, he wasn't the most polite kid, but he's eschewed most social etiquette entirely in the last two years. "Look, I can show you where the piranhas are at and we can get you some Indiana Jones swag or something. You know Indy, right? Crystal Skull, Temple of Doom, all that?"