CHARACTER STATUS: Brad
Will roleplay with anyone. Part of the SuperWhoLockinSpace group. If you would like to roleplay with the Dalek, B.R.E.A.D. just ask.
“I dunno, man. I say stupid things a lot. You’ll start picking that up. I ramble a lot too. See?” She laughed at herself a bit, warming up to the stranger who wasn’t so strange anymore.
"They don’t seen so stupid. Underused a bit. Less commonly stated than others." He laughed, nodding his head again. "I ramble sometimes. Well, actually, a lot of times. It’s a talent!"
“Well, then we’re both spectacular. But I’ll let you know if I ever do, you seem like the good sort. …Do people still say that? ‘The good sort’? Well, I just did, so I guess. Whatever.”
Brad grinned, nodding at the female. “You do that.” He then shrugged, furrowing his eyebrows a bit. “I dunno. I’ll start saying it if you want me to, though.”
"I don’t suppose anyone needs an extra 70 jars of melted marshmallows?"
“Hey, I’m Rebecca. And I’m pretty well off at the moment, thanks. What about you, anything I can do for you?”
"Pleasure, Rebecca. I’m ‘bout the same, so no thank you."
“Seems we’re both having the same problem, then.” He tapped his fingers together to think, looking somewhat devious. “I can’t think of anything. I need to start watching more television or something to get ideas of what people…do.”
"Telly is always inspirational, eh?" He replied, a small grin forming on his face. "Though most stations are rather boring, to me." Brad shrugged, rubbing the back of his head rather awkwardly.
ooc; Theme’s finished. I don’t really like it but whatever. Getting to replies.