[Dark-haired weirdo is an accurate description of Royce, to be perfectly honest.]
[He stares at the offered hand - he's never liked shaking hands, it's always...well, he can't describe it. It takes him a moment, but he sort of just gently puts his thin, bony hand there, kind of moves it up and down a little, and then retracts his hand within seconds, like it's a crab rushing back to its hiding hole in the sand.]
Royce. Royce Bracket. [A pause.] Drinks would be nice, yes.
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[He stares at the offered hand - he's never liked shaking hands, it's always...well, he can't describe it. It takes him a moment, but he sort of just gently puts his thin, bony hand there, kind of moves it up and down a little, and then retracts his hand within seconds, like it's a crab rushing back to its hiding hole in the sand.]
Royce. Royce Bracket. [A pause.] Drinks would be nice, yes.