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[bearswitness]

Someone come, and fix, this for, me. Anyone who, knows their, way around, a netbook. It's getting, ridiculous.

Now did, that business, with the, bombs off, anyone I'm, afraid to, get my, hopes up, about it.

Ugh ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,.


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[biwinning]

nah.

[bearswitness]

I can find you anyway it will just take longer if I do it myself.

[biwinning]

go ahead.
ii'm bored anyway.

[bearswitness]

[ Well hey, there's never been a more open invitation than that.

It doesn't take him long. Most of the time is spent writing his note, actually. Then it's just a matter of ducking into the shadows cast by his own bench, paging through a few of the available shadows in Exsilium, and finding Sollux's.

It's a completely silent process, but very shortly Sollux's shadow will seem a little thicker. Kind of soupy. Then there's a hand reaching out of it to clutch at the ground, trailing a few strands of black gooey shadow after it, and in a few seconds there's a glaring, mouthless man pulling himself into sight, out from under/behind/where ever that shadow happens to be, and... holding a little yellow sticky note. ]

[biwinning]

[He doesn't see anything, at first. He's on his computer, typing more stuff, sitting at his desk in an office chair. But out of the corner of his eye, he notices something. It's a hand, coming out of the floor. Now, Sollux is a fourteen year old troll boy who has seen some pretty horrible things.

This is still pretty fucking horrifying.

He screams, although it's lacking a certain enthusiasm to it, and the scream quickly dies, as Sollux pushes off his chair and tryies to kick Freaky Shadow Guy in the face. ]

[bearswitness]

[ Okay, wow. Not only does this guy totally fuck up his computer, but then he goes and kicks him in the face after inviting him to show up. Sollux, he hates you. He doesn't react beyond a purely physics-driven recoil, with no mind given to the pain, but his eyes narrow.

One hand lifts to shield his face from any more annoying kicking, and he pulls himself up into a crouch-- all in total silence, even his weight on the floor doesn't seem to have any audio accompaniment. ]

[biwinning]

What are you doing in my room!! Get out!! I thaid you could find me, but fucking KNOCK OR THOMETHING FIRTHT, holy shit!

[At least he's not kicking at him any more. It was more an automatic reaction to being freaked out.]

[bearswitness]

[ No response, probably aided by the lack of mouth to give one. Instead, still glaring at Sollux and with unbroken eye contact, he stretches out a hand to press his charming yellow sticky note against the screen of Sollux's computer. Right in the middle. Even if he doesn't read it, at least he'll have the hassle of pulling it off, so the Witness considers that a win (he'll take what he can get).

And then he lunges forward, toward Sollux, but only to sink back into that convenient shadow at his feet. Lata.

And the note, should he care to read it: ]

You, with that lovely ability to speak, probably have no idea how awful these past few days have been. People with mouths never really think about that. But that's fine, go ahead and take my only means of communication from me, it isn't as if I mind. No, not at all. I never mind.

I hate you more than usual.

[biwinning]

[Sollux flinches when the other launches himself towards him, only to land into his shadow again. Sollux jumps up to stare at his shadow, and then reads the note attached to his computer. He frowns, confused and still somewhat paranoid and yells back into his shadow.]

PLATONICALLY, RIGHT??

[bearswitness]

[ NOPE SOLLUX YOU LOST YOUR CHANCE, this creepy shadow guy has ollied out. You're just shouting at your own shadow like a crazy person now. ]

[biwinning]

[Per usual.]