[Amos... What a strange name. Even in this foreign world, her mind automatically tries to think... "Ei" would be... "shadow"? "Mo"... "Mosu"... Not "Mozu"? A butcher bird would be a good namesake... But she is saved from figuring out what his name means by the reminder that comes with her next bite of donair that this isn't her world. Of course the pale, hairy folk of other worlds did not have meaning in their names as she was accustomed. It would be just Amos, then.]
Hayame.
[She swallows, quickly wiping a bit of sauce from the corner of her mouth. This meal is so messy? But so mindblowingly delicious...]
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[... Right. The form of contact here wasn't even by proper letter or missive. He would not need to look at the wooden nameplate on her stall to find her. She takes another bite, recovering in the quick time it takes her to ravenously devour the food to circle back to,]
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Hayame.
[She swallows, quickly wiping a bit of sauce from the corner of her mouth. This meal is so messy? But so mindblowingly delicious...]
Written with the characters for-
[... Right. The form of contact here wasn't even by proper letter or missive. He would not need to look at the wooden nameplate on her stall to find her. She takes another bite, recovering in the quick time it takes her to ravenously devour the food to circle back to,]
My name is Hayame.