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@riddledwithqueeries
My boss is forcing me to be on here to watch people. I might as well have some fun with it ;D
My name is Seraph. If we're close, you can call me Riley. I'm 20 and a lesbian. She/her
I go to school. I work. I draw pictures. I cut apple slices for Boss. I eat the metal things when he's not looking. but don't tell him I said that
Here is the post where i introduce my friends!! They'll probably post too.
ooc below //
is It just Me or is bane Really hot?
It's just you x
me
I remembered I have free will and now I’m making pudding
Can I have some
Chat how do we feel about women?
YUM.
You’re eating women?
yes. they are too hot i need to eat them
I don’t think that’s very nice… they deserve a right to not be eaten
its consensual. I'm not a monster.
…they want you to eat them.?
All the ladies do
All of them??
The gay ones
Chat how do we feel about women?
YUM.
You’re eating women?
yes. they are too hot i need to eat them
I don’t think that’s very nice… they deserve a right to not be eaten
its consensual. I'm not a monster.
…they want you to eat them.?
All the ladies do
All of them??
The gay ones
Chat how do we feel about women?
YUM.
You’re eating women?
yes. they are too hot i need to eat them
I don’t think that’s very nice… they deserve a right to not be eaten
its consensual. I'm not a monster.
…they want you to eat them.?
All the ladies do
Chat how do we feel about women?
YUM.
You’re eating women?
yes. they are too hot i need to eat them
I don’t think that’s very nice… they deserve a right to not be eaten
its consensual. I'm not a monster.
Chat how do we feel about women?
YUM.
You’re eating women?
yes. they are too hot i need to eat them
Chat how do we feel about women?
YUM.
The door opens. It's a young woman with blonde hair. She shuts the door behind her, then hits another button on her watch. The red light on the camera blinks off.
@riddledwithqueeries
Pozidrive shoved the phone into his lap when he heard the door open, then looked up.
“…hello.”
..We know you have that. There's a camera..
She points to the corner.
I turned it off. You can speak freely.
“…what do you want.”
He mumbles, holding the phone out. Like a child having their toy taken away.
She takes the phone.
I have to look through it.. But as long as you're not like.. Contacting the cops, you can keep it!
“Can’t really text anyone… I’ve gotten 3 messages through to… some number. It’s distorted.”
She starts looking through it.
Yeah.. I see.. Hm. It's strange that you were able to get any at all..
“I figured it was…”
…
“I don’t know why they keep texting me. Apparently I’ve still got a search party going for me. But people are pretty convinced I’m dead.”
.. Well. Maybe.. I can help you. Try to see if I can make more messages go through.. If you agree to help me with something when you're let out of here.
She whispers, handing the phone back.
“…why are you helping me.?”
Because I'm not a psycho like Edward.
She states simply.
What's he gonna do? Fire me? I'm not exactly replaceable.
“Fuckin… I dunno. I don’t know you people.”
I have some sense of morals.. I mean, this is kinda fucked up. The least you can have is someone to talk to..
She smiles slightly.
“Feel bad for Cael… he said he went through the same shit…”
He mumbled
“…And I’m maybe judging his claustrophobia a little less.”
His room was better.. It was smaller, but.. It was one of the bedrooms. This room is.. Like a cell.
She touches one of the walls.
“So I’m getting the princess treatment.”
He scoffs, half joking.
More or less, yeah..
She chuckles dryly.
But, hey, you wouldn't be here if he didn't believe in you.
He rubs his face, clutching his braids
“…He keeps saying that he’s got to “reprogram” me or some shit… saying I can’t think for myself…”
He told me it has to do with how your universe works.. He's keeping that part kinda vague for us, too..
She sighs.
“Gotta love the workplace transparency.”
He curls up, putting his head on his knees
I'm involved in crime. The less I know, the better.. Not like it matters much. We own most of the police now, anyway..
“Lovely… so glad I can trust the force here…”
There are constantly fights over which rogue or mob gets them.. We bet on them like dogs. Which.. They basically are.
She snickers.
The heroes here don't view us as much of a threat, either..
“I’m not sure how I feel about that.”
His phone buzzes. He checks it, trying several times to respond before giving up.
She squints.
Lemme see it again..
He slides it over with a groan.
...You ain't even on the wifi.
“You’ll have to forgive me for not asking for the password when I’m using contraband.”
…
“But- I think part of the problem is because the messages are coming from home. I don’t know how they’re coming across dimensions.”
It would have already been taken away if we actually cared. There are always a few people watching you.
She types in the password, then hands it back.
I don't really know either.. But try now.
“I didnt know.”
He sends a message, waiting a minute and then lighting up
“It worked!!! Thanks..!”
She grins.
I should work in fucking IT.!
“Yeah. I hear a lot of what they do is just making sure people are connected to their WiFi. Smooth sailing I bet.”
I wouldn't make $80 an hour doing that..
She shrugs.
Sorry for.. Getting you killed, by the way.. Kinda my fault.
“I mean. I wouldn’t blame you. Torx was the one who shot me. Even then, I didn’t die for almost a week.”
I always kinda hoped you wouldn't follow through with the plan.. I knew you were going to die from the start.
“I was just doing what Hexbolt told me to do…”
That's kinda your problem.
She mutters.
“So I’ve been told.”
That's what we're here to help.
“…Your methods are weird.”
I'm well aware.
She chuckles.
The door opens. It's a young woman with blonde hair. She shuts the door behind her, then hits another button on her watch. The red light on the camera blinks off.
@riddledwithqueeries
Pozidrive shoved the phone into his lap when he heard the door open, then looked up.
“…hello.”
..We know you have that. There's a camera..
She points to the corner.
I turned it off. You can speak freely.
“…what do you want.”
He mumbles, holding the phone out. Like a child having their toy taken away.
She takes the phone.
I have to look through it.. But as long as you're not like.. Contacting the cops, you can keep it!
“Can’t really text anyone… I’ve gotten 3 messages through to… some number. It’s distorted.”
She starts looking through it.
Yeah.. I see.. Hm. It's strange that you were able to get any at all..
“I figured it was…”
…
“I don’t know why they keep texting me. Apparently I’ve still got a search party going for me. But people are pretty convinced I’m dead.”
.. Well. Maybe.. I can help you. Try to see if I can make more messages go through.. If you agree to help me with something when you're let out of here.
She whispers, handing the phone back.
“…why are you helping me.?”
Because I'm not a psycho like Edward.
She states simply.
What's he gonna do? Fire me? I'm not exactly replaceable.
“Fuckin… I dunno. I don’t know you people.”
I have some sense of morals.. I mean, this is kinda fucked up. The least you can have is someone to talk to..
She smiles slightly.
“Feel bad for Cael… he said he went through the same shit…”
He mumbled
“…And I’m maybe judging his claustrophobia a little less.”
His room was better.. It was smaller, but.. It was one of the bedrooms. This room is.. Like a cell.
She touches one of the walls.
“So I’m getting the princess treatment.”
He scoffs, half joking.
More or less, yeah..
She chuckles dryly.
But, hey, you wouldn't be here if he didn't believe in you.
He rubs his face, clutching his braids
“…He keeps saying that he’s got to “reprogram” me or some shit… saying I can’t think for myself…”
He told me it has to do with how your universe works.. He's keeping that part kinda vague for us, too..
She sighs.
“Gotta love the workplace transparency.”
He curls up, putting his head on his knees
I'm involved in crime. The less I know, the better.. Not like it matters much. We own most of the police now, anyway..
“Lovely… so glad I can trust the force here…”
There are constantly fights over which rogue or mob gets them.. We bet on them like dogs. Which.. They basically are.
She snickers.
The heroes here don't view us as much of a threat, either..
“I’m not sure how I feel about that.”
His phone buzzes. He checks it, trying several times to respond before giving up.
She squints.
Lemme see it again..
He slides it over with a groan.
...You ain't even on the wifi.
“You’ll have to forgive me for not asking for the password when I’m using contraband.”
…
“But- I think part of the problem is because the messages are coming from home. I don’t know how they’re coming across dimensions.”
It would have already been taken away if we actually cared. There are always a few people watching you.
She types in the password, then hands it back.
I don't really know either.. But try now.
“I didnt know.”
He sends a message, waiting a minute and then lighting up
“It worked!!! Thanks..!”
She grins.
I should work in fucking IT.!
“Yeah. I hear a lot of what they do is just making sure people are connected to their WiFi. Smooth sailing I bet.”
I wouldn't make $80 an hour doing that..
She shrugs.
Sorry for.. Getting you killed, by the way.. Kinda my fault.
“I mean. I wouldn’t blame you. Torx was the one who shot me. Even then, I didn’t die for almost a week.”
I always kinda hoped you wouldn't follow through with the plan.. I knew you were going to die from the start.
“I was just doing what Hexbolt told me to do…”
That's kinda your problem.
She mutters.
“So I’ve been told.”
That's what we're here to help.
“…Your methods are weird.”
The door opens. It's a young woman with blonde hair. She shuts the door behind her, then hits another button on her watch. The red light on the camera blinks off.
@riddledwithqueeries
Pozidrive shoved the phone into his lap when he heard the door open, then looked up.
“…hello.”
..We know you have that. There's a camera..
She points to the corner.
I turned it off. You can speak freely.
“…what do you want.”
He mumbles, holding the phone out. Like a child having their toy taken away.
She takes the phone.
I have to look through it.. But as long as you're not like.. Contacting the cops, you can keep it!
“Can’t really text anyone… I’ve gotten 3 messages through to… some number. It’s distorted.”
She starts looking through it.
Yeah.. I see.. Hm. It's strange that you were able to get any at all..
“I figured it was…”
…
“I don’t know why they keep texting me. Apparently I’ve still got a search party going for me. But people are pretty convinced I’m dead.”
.. Well. Maybe.. I can help you. Try to see if I can make more messages go through.. If you agree to help me with something when you're let out of here.
She whispers, handing the phone back.
“…why are you helping me.?”
Because I'm not a psycho like Edward.
She states simply.
What's he gonna do? Fire me? I'm not exactly replaceable.
“Fuckin… I dunno. I don’t know you people.”
I have some sense of morals.. I mean, this is kinda fucked up. The least you can have is someone to talk to..
She smiles slightly.
“Feel bad for Cael… he said he went through the same shit…”
He mumbled
“…And I’m maybe judging his claustrophobia a little less.”
His room was better.. It was smaller, but.. It was one of the bedrooms. This room is.. Like a cell.
She touches one of the walls.
“So I’m getting the princess treatment.”
He scoffs, half joking.
More or less, yeah..
She chuckles dryly.
But, hey, you wouldn't be here if he didn't believe in you.
He rubs his face, clutching his braids
“…He keeps saying that he’s got to “reprogram” me or some shit… saying I can’t think for myself…”
He told me it has to do with how your universe works.. He's keeping that part kinda vague for us, too..
She sighs.
“Gotta love the workplace transparency.”
He curls up, putting his head on his knees
I'm involved in crime. The less I know, the better.. Not like it matters much. We own most of the police now, anyway..
“Lovely… so glad I can trust the force here…”
There are constantly fights over which rogue or mob gets them.. We bet on them like dogs. Which.. They basically are.
She snickers.
The heroes here don't view us as much of a threat, either..
“I’m not sure how I feel about that.”
His phone buzzes. He checks it, trying several times to respond before giving up.
She squints.
Lemme see it again..
He slides it over with a groan.
...You ain't even on the wifi.
“You’ll have to forgive me for not asking for the password when I’m using contraband.”
…
“But- I think part of the problem is because the messages are coming from home. I don’t know how they’re coming across dimensions.”
It would have already been taken away if we actually cared. There are always a few people watching you.
She types in the password, then hands it back.
I don't really know either.. But try now.
“I didnt know.”
He sends a message, waiting a minute and then lighting up
“It worked!!! Thanks..!”
She grins.
I should work in fucking IT.!
“Yeah. I hear a lot of what they do is just making sure people are connected to their WiFi. Smooth sailing I bet.”
I wouldn't make $80 an hour doing that..
She shrugs.
Sorry for.. Getting you killed, by the way.. Kinda my fault.
“I mean. I wouldn’t blame you. Torx was the one who shot me. Even then, I didn’t die for almost a week.”
I always kinda hoped you wouldn't follow through with the plan.. I knew you were going to die from the start.
“I was just doing what Hexbolt told me to do…”
That's kinda your problem.
She mutters.
“So I’ve been told.”
That's what we're here to help.
The door opens. It's a young woman with blonde hair. She shuts the door behind her, then hits another button on her watch. The red light on the camera blinks off.
@riddledwithqueeries
Pozidrive shoved the phone into his lap when he heard the door open, then looked up.
“…hello.”
..We know you have that. There's a camera..
She points to the corner.
I turned it off. You can speak freely.
“…what do you want.”
He mumbles, holding the phone out. Like a child having their toy taken away.
She takes the phone.
I have to look through it.. But as long as you're not like.. Contacting the cops, you can keep it!
“Can’t really text anyone… I’ve gotten 3 messages through to… some number. It’s distorted.”
She starts looking through it.
Yeah.. I see.. Hm. It's strange that you were able to get any at all..
“I figured it was…”
…
“I don’t know why they keep texting me. Apparently I’ve still got a search party going for me. But people are pretty convinced I’m dead.”
.. Well. Maybe.. I can help you. Try to see if I can make more messages go through.. If you agree to help me with something when you're let out of here.
She whispers, handing the phone back.
“…why are you helping me.?”
Because I'm not a psycho like Edward.
She states simply.
What's he gonna do? Fire me? I'm not exactly replaceable.
“Fuckin… I dunno. I don’t know you people.”
I have some sense of morals.. I mean, this is kinda fucked up. The least you can have is someone to talk to..
She smiles slightly.
“Feel bad for Cael… he said he went through the same shit…”
He mumbled
“…And I’m maybe judging his claustrophobia a little less.”
His room was better.. It was smaller, but.. It was one of the bedrooms. This room is.. Like a cell.
She touches one of the walls.
“So I’m getting the princess treatment.”
He scoffs, half joking.
More or less, yeah..
She chuckles dryly.
But, hey, you wouldn't be here if he didn't believe in you.
He rubs his face, clutching his braids
“…He keeps saying that he’s got to “reprogram” me or some shit… saying I can’t think for myself…”
He told me it has to do with how your universe works.. He's keeping that part kinda vague for us, too..
She sighs.
“Gotta love the workplace transparency.”
He curls up, putting his head on his knees
I'm involved in crime. The less I know, the better.. Not like it matters much. We own most of the police now, anyway..
“Lovely… so glad I can trust the force here…”
There are constantly fights over which rogue or mob gets them.. We bet on them like dogs. Which.. They basically are.
She snickers.
The heroes here don't view us as much of a threat, either..
“I’m not sure how I feel about that.”
His phone buzzes. He checks it, trying several times to respond before giving up.
She squints.
Lemme see it again..
He slides it over with a groan.
...You ain't even on the wifi.
“You’ll have to forgive me for not asking for the password when I’m using contraband.”
…
“But- I think part of the problem is because the messages are coming from home. I don’t know how they’re coming across dimensions.”
It would have already been taken away if we actually cared. There are always a few people watching you.
She types in the password, then hands it back.
I don't really know either.. But try now.
“I didnt know.”
He sends a message, waiting a minute and then lighting up
“It worked!!! Thanks..!”
She grins.
I should work in fucking IT.!
“Yeah. I hear a lot of what they do is just making sure people are connected to their WiFi. Smooth sailing I bet.”
I wouldn't make $80 an hour doing that..
She shrugs.
Sorry for.. Getting you killed, by the way.. Kinda my fault.
“I mean. I wouldn’t blame you. Torx was the one who shot me. Even then, I didn’t die for almost a week.”
I always kinda hoped you wouldn't follow through with the plan.. I knew you were going to die from the start.
“I was just doing what Hexbolt told me to do…”
That's kinda your problem.
She mutters.
The door opens. It's a young woman with blonde hair. She shuts the door behind her, then hits another button on her watch. The red light on the camera blinks off.
@riddledwithqueeries
Pozidrive shoved the phone into his lap when he heard the door open, then looked up.
“…hello.”
..We know you have that. There's a camera..
She points to the corner.
I turned it off. You can speak freely.
“…what do you want.”
He mumbles, holding the phone out. Like a child having their toy taken away.
She takes the phone.
I have to look through it.. But as long as you're not like.. Contacting the cops, you can keep it!
“Can’t really text anyone… I’ve gotten 3 messages through to… some number. It’s distorted.”
She starts looking through it.
Yeah.. I see.. Hm. It's strange that you were able to get any at all..
“I figured it was…”
…
“I don’t know why they keep texting me. Apparently I’ve still got a search party going for me. But people are pretty convinced I’m dead.”
.. Well. Maybe.. I can help you. Try to see if I can make more messages go through.. If you agree to help me with something when you're let out of here.
She whispers, handing the phone back.
“…why are you helping me.?”
Because I'm not a psycho like Edward.
She states simply.
What's he gonna do? Fire me? I'm not exactly replaceable.
“Fuckin… I dunno. I don’t know you people.”
I have some sense of morals.. I mean, this is kinda fucked up. The least you can have is someone to talk to..
She smiles slightly.
“Feel bad for Cael… he said he went through the same shit…”
He mumbled
“…And I’m maybe judging his claustrophobia a little less.”
His room was better.. It was smaller, but.. It was one of the bedrooms. This room is.. Like a cell.
She touches one of the walls.
“So I’m getting the princess treatment.”
He scoffs, half joking.
More or less, yeah..
She chuckles dryly.
But, hey, you wouldn't be here if he didn't believe in you.
He rubs his face, clutching his braids
“…He keeps saying that he’s got to “reprogram” me or some shit… saying I can’t think for myself…”
He told me it has to do with how your universe works.. He's keeping that part kinda vague for us, too..
She sighs.
“Gotta love the workplace transparency.”
He curls up, putting his head on his knees
I'm involved in crime. The less I know, the better.. Not like it matters much. We own most of the police now, anyway..
“Lovely… so glad I can trust the force here…”
There are constantly fights over which rogue or mob gets them.. We bet on them like dogs. Which.. They basically are.
She snickers.
The heroes here don't view us as much of a threat, either..
“I’m not sure how I feel about that.”
His phone buzzes. He checks it, trying several times to respond before giving up.
She squints.
Lemme see it again..
He slides it over with a groan.
...You ain't even on the wifi.
“You’ll have to forgive me for not asking for the password when I’m using contraband.”
…
“But- I think part of the problem is because the messages are coming from home. I don’t know how they’re coming across dimensions.”
It would have already been taken away if we actually cared. There are always a few people watching you.
She types in the password, then hands it back.
I don't really know either.. But try now.
“I didnt know.”
He sends a message, waiting a minute and then lighting up
“It worked!!! Thanks..!”
She grins.
I should work in fucking IT.!
“Yeah. I hear a lot of what they do is just making sure people are connected to their WiFi. Smooth sailing I bet.”
I wouldn't make $80 an hour doing that..
She shrugs.
Sorry for.. Getting you killed, by the way.. Kinda my fault.
“I mean. I wouldn’t blame you. Torx was the one who shot me. Even then, I didn’t die for almost a week.”
I always kinda hoped you wouldn't follow through with the plan.. I knew you were going to die from the start.
The door opens. It's a young woman with blonde hair. She shuts the door behind her, then hits another button on her watch. The red light on the camera blinks off.
@riddledwithqueeries
Pozidrive shoved the phone into his lap when he heard the door open, then looked up.
“…hello.”
..We know you have that. There's a camera..
She points to the corner.
I turned it off. You can speak freely.
“…what do you want.”
He mumbles, holding the phone out. Like a child having their toy taken away.
She takes the phone.
I have to look through it.. But as long as you're not like.. Contacting the cops, you can keep it!
“Can’t really text anyone… I’ve gotten 3 messages through to… some number. It’s distorted.”
She starts looking through it.
Yeah.. I see.. Hm. It's strange that you were able to get any at all..
“I figured it was…”
…
“I don’t know why they keep texting me. Apparently I’ve still got a search party going for me. But people are pretty convinced I’m dead.”
.. Well. Maybe.. I can help you. Try to see if I can make more messages go through.. If you agree to help me with something when you're let out of here.
She whispers, handing the phone back.
“…why are you helping me.?”
Because I'm not a psycho like Edward.
She states simply.
What's he gonna do? Fire me? I'm not exactly replaceable.
“Fuckin… I dunno. I don’t know you people.”
I have some sense of morals.. I mean, this is kinda fucked up. The least you can have is someone to talk to..
She smiles slightly.
“Feel bad for Cael… he said he went through the same shit…”
He mumbled
“…And I’m maybe judging his claustrophobia a little less.”
His room was better.. It was smaller, but.. It was one of the bedrooms. This room is.. Like a cell.
She touches one of the walls.
“So I’m getting the princess treatment.”
He scoffs, half joking.
More or less, yeah..
She chuckles dryly.
But, hey, you wouldn't be here if he didn't believe in you.
He rubs his face, clutching his braids
“…He keeps saying that he’s got to “reprogram” me or some shit… saying I can’t think for myself…”
He told me it has to do with how your universe works.. He's keeping that part kinda vague for us, too..
She sighs.
“Gotta love the workplace transparency.”
He curls up, putting his head on his knees
I'm involved in crime. The less I know, the better.. Not like it matters much. We own most of the police now, anyway..
“Lovely… so glad I can trust the force here…”
There are constantly fights over which rogue or mob gets them.. We bet on them like dogs. Which.. They basically are.
She snickers.
The heroes here don't view us as much of a threat, either..
“I’m not sure how I feel about that.”
His phone buzzes. He checks it, trying several times to respond before giving up.
She squints.
Lemme see it again..
He slides it over with a groan.
...You ain't even on the wifi.
“You’ll have to forgive me for not asking for the password when I’m using contraband.”
…
“But- I think part of the problem is because the messages are coming from home. I don’t know how they’re coming across dimensions.”
It would have already been taken away if we actually cared. There are always a few people watching you.
She types in the password, then hands it back.
I don't really know either.. But try now.
“I didnt know.”
He sends a message, waiting a minute and then lighting up
“It worked!!! Thanks..!”
She grins.
I should work in fucking IT.!
“Yeah. I hear a lot of what they do is just making sure people are connected to their WiFi. Smooth sailing I bet.”
I wouldn't make $80 an hour doing that..
She shrugs.
Sorry for.. Getting you killed, by the way.. Kinda my fault.
The door opens. It's a young woman with blonde hair. She shuts the door behind her, then hits another button on her watch. The red light on the camera blinks off.
@riddledwithqueeries
Pozidrive shoved the phone into his lap when he heard the door open, then looked up.
“…hello.”
..We know you have that. There's a camera..
She points to the corner.
I turned it off. You can speak freely.
“…what do you want.”
He mumbles, holding the phone out. Like a child having their toy taken away.
She takes the phone.
I have to look through it.. But as long as you're not like.. Contacting the cops, you can keep it!
“Can’t really text anyone… I’ve gotten 3 messages through to… some number. It’s distorted.”
She starts looking through it.
Yeah.. I see.. Hm. It's strange that you were able to get any at all..
“I figured it was…”
…
“I don’t know why they keep texting me. Apparently I’ve still got a search party going for me. But people are pretty convinced I’m dead.”
.. Well. Maybe.. I can help you. Try to see if I can make more messages go through.. If you agree to help me with something when you're let out of here.
She whispers, handing the phone back.
“…why are you helping me.?”
Because I'm not a psycho like Edward.
She states simply.
What's he gonna do? Fire me? I'm not exactly replaceable.
“Fuckin… I dunno. I don’t know you people.”
I have some sense of morals.. I mean, this is kinda fucked up. The least you can have is someone to talk to..
She smiles slightly.
“Feel bad for Cael… he said he went through the same shit…”
He mumbled
“…And I’m maybe judging his claustrophobia a little less.”
His room was better.. It was smaller, but.. It was one of the bedrooms. This room is.. Like a cell.
She touches one of the walls.
“So I’m getting the princess treatment.”
He scoffs, half joking.
More or less, yeah..
She chuckles dryly.
But, hey, you wouldn't be here if he didn't believe in you.
He rubs his face, clutching his braids
“…He keeps saying that he’s got to “reprogram” me or some shit… saying I can’t think for myself…”
He told me it has to do with how your universe works.. He's keeping that part kinda vague for us, too..
She sighs.
“Gotta love the workplace transparency.”
He curls up, putting his head on his knees
I'm involved in crime. The less I know, the better.. Not like it matters much. We own most of the police now, anyway..
“Lovely… so glad I can trust the force here…”
There are constantly fights over which rogue or mob gets them.. We bet on them like dogs. Which.. They basically are.
She snickers.
The heroes here don't view us as much of a threat, either..
“I’m not sure how I feel about that.”
His phone buzzes. He checks it, trying several times to respond before giving up.
She squints.
Lemme see it again..
He slides it over with a groan.
...You ain't even on the wifi.
“You’ll have to forgive me for not asking for the password when I’m using contraband.”
…
“But- I think part of the problem is because the messages are coming from home. I don’t know how they’re coming across dimensions.”
It would have already been taken away if we actually cared. There are always a few people watching you.
She types in the password, then hands it back.
I don't really know either.. But try now.
“I didnt know.”
He sends a message, waiting a minute and then lighting up
“It worked!!! Thanks..!”
She grins.
I should work in fucking IT.!
