[ Bumping into strange people is a fact of life here in Saltburnt, so it's certainly not that which upsets him, or even that the bumping is literal - that's Tim's own fault, walking with a book open in front of his face, some dry bit of political history - it's the ire from the other man. The accusation written on his face. On Tim's face. As if he's done something wrong! ]
Who are you?
[ Fortunately for them both, Tim is aware of the concept of people from different places wearing the same face. It's far more common here than say, twins were, back home. He just didn't think it would happen to him. He really looks just like him, he just wears his hair differently, carries himself in a more...entitled sort of way. ]
There's a lot of us. Twins, but not twins. My name's Tim.
DON'T BE i've been begging for Anthony
Who are you?
[ Fortunately for them both, Tim is aware of the concept of people from different places wearing the same face. It's far more common here than say, twins were, back home. He just didn't think it would happen to him. He really looks just like him, he just wears his hair differently, carries himself in a more...entitled sort of way. ]
There's a lot of us. Twins, but not twins. My name's Tim.