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[notsolomon]

This is William Twining. I shall reply to your message at my earliest convenience. Thank you. ***BEEP***

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[notsolomon]

I suspect our tastes are different enough that competition would be out of the question.

[And he would totally win anyways in a battle for someone's heart.

He raises an eyebrow at the name though]

Isn't that the girl you asked out?

[babermetrics]

Yeah, we went out for coffee! We're not together or anything, but I think she might like me . . . actually, there's a couple girls I'm really into! And they're like total opposites, so I dunno how different our tastes are or aren't! That's why I was so curious!

[Well, one reason. Frankly, he just likes the topic, too.]

You know I'd be your wingman any time, though!

[notsolomon]

...I wouldn't even know what my tastes are, honestly. Other than not annoying.

[This is getting weird again, though he should be surprised by this suddenly flip of the switch, since it's Leon.]

What even is a wingman?

[babermetrics]

Oh man, figures it hadn't been invented yet back in Repressed World . . .

[That's the historian's terms for William's era and country, clearly.]

A wingman is a friend who helps hook you up with someone you've got your eye on! What I'm saying is, if you ever did have someone you wanted to ruin for marriage, I'd put in some legwork for you!