Shinjiro Aragaki. Shinjiro's fine. [He's learned that most people here tend to default to given name, rather than what he's used to back home, so why not make it easy? As for something to write on, he just looks confused for a second.]
Chalk...? Nah, I think she's got a pen and some paper someplace around here. [A bit of rummaging and, yes! A veritable treasure trove of paper. He pulls out a piece of stationary and a pen, handing it towards her. His own handwriting is... not great, after all. But with her talking of spinning, weaving, and defaulting to chalk, he's got a suspicion and has to ask:]
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Shinjiro Aragaki. Shinjiro's fine. [He's learned that most people here tend to default to given name, rather than what he's used to back home, so why not make it easy? As for something to write on, he just looks confused for a second.]
Chalk...? Nah, I think she's got a pen and some paper someplace around here. [A bit of rummaging and, yes! A veritable treasure trove of paper. He pulls out a piece of stationary and a pen, handing it towards her. His own handwriting is... not great, after all. But with her talking of spinning, weaving, and defaulting to chalk, he's got a suspicion and has to ask:]
....You're from some old-timey place, huh.