TIZMIK: Tizmik spots a suspiciously troll shaped spot of shiny near the coordinates Siarze sent her. She scampers over and stops a few meters away, hesitates. She stands at an angle from him and looks him over warily. "you look lik3 zhit."
SIARZE: aU: y0u're sh0rt what else 1s new? Siarze jerks his head at the spot next to him.
TIZMIK: To what should be no one's surprise, Tizmik looks like she wants to bolt. She scuttles to the tree on tiptoe and plops down with her knees up to her chest. "nothing much," she mumbles.
SIARZE: aU: y0u're d01ng the th1ng aU: why are y0u d01ng the th1ng
TIZMIK: Her arms flex. "what thing am i doing. why ar3 you doing th3 thing why ar3 you out h3r3."
SIARZE: aU: y0u're d01ng the th1ng where y0u pretend t0 be a sp1nebeast 1nstead 0f a tr0ll-shaped p1ll0w aU: 1 was aU: upset s0 1 went 0uts1de where there wasn't anyth1ng t0 [REDACTED] up Siarze makes a noise that might be recognized as a laugh. aU: s0 that w0rked 0ut [REDACTED] great r1ght?
TIZMIK: Tiz has stopped trusting her voice not to come out a low grumble, but she perseveres! "im not a zpin3b3azt im a v3zpid, and thatz not th3 anzw3r im looking for anywayz what th3 fuck happ3n3d numbnutz."
SIARZE: aU: what d0 y0u mean what happened?
TIZMIK: _"i m3an why did you ztorm out what upz3t you holy zhit"_
TIZMIK: Tizmik winces a little. Shit. She silently pleads he not send her off.
SIARZE: aU: 1t's n0t 1mp0rtant aU: the p1l0t makes an 0kay p1ll0w r1ght n0w get 0ver here
TIZMIK: "not until you t311 m3 whatz going on"
SIARZE: Siarze makes an unpleasant growling noise. "why?"
TIZMIK: Tiz's ears pin down but her jaw is stuck out stubbornly. "b3cauz3 your dumb tailf3ath3ry bum iz in th3 middl3 of th3 d3z3rt dying of 3xpozur3 and i dont want you fucking d3ad."
SIARZE: aU: s0me0ne t1cked me 0ff alr1ght aU: 1 d0n't want t0 talk ab0ut 1t Angry Siarze muttering aU: 1t'd be [REDACTED] eas1er th0ugh r1ght?
TIZMIK: She elbows him. "dont talk lik3 that."
SIARZE: aU: why 1t's [REDACTED] true Siarze tries to lean away from the elbow and falls over "REDACTED"
TIZMIK: She tries to catch him and only manages a fistful of sweater. She crawls to the other side and starts pushing him upright. PS: it might b3 3azi3r but There's a pause. PS: itz probably not worth it
SIARZE: It takes a bit of effort but Siarze is pushed upright again. aU: why d0es 1t matter 1t was stup1d anyways and n0w 1'm stuck 0ut here and aU: y0u th1nk 1'm stup1d d0n't y0u?
TIZMIK: Tizmik curls right up again and scoots closer to the sadellite. PS: nah "your3 kind of a dumbfuck but your3 not _ztupid_ ztupid. and your advic3 iznt too bad." She speaks into her knees.
SIARZE: aU: 1s that me 0r y0ur walkstems?
TIZMIK: A very muffled "fuck off." PS: you z3riouz about not b3ing fri3ndz
SIARZE: aU: y0u were sh0ut1ng at me aU: l1ke y0u were [REDACTED] heavenspear 0r s0meth1ng aU: y0u g01ng t0 d0 that aga1n?
TIZMIK: Tizmik doesn't even know why she was shouting, how's she supposed to know if she'll do it again? PS: no
PROPER: [Soon enough, a figure approaches from the distance. Proper's current body is relatively tall (mostly because Tizmik and Siarze are midgets), with frilled, rose-shaped horns that they've tastefully (or tastelessly, maybe) framed with bright red desert blooms to match the one sprouting to cover an empty eyesocket. A purple symbol is embroidered on the Pyrewake uniform lapel, and they are carrying a small side-bag.]
SIARZE: aU: fr1ends=1 n0w save me fr0m the g1ant c00lbl00d
TIZMIK: PS: your3 confuz3d your3 zuppoz3d to b3 zaving m3 from th3 giant zhadowdropp3r PS: alzo if you wanna g3t t3chnical thatz alzo prop3r and th3r3for3 3xactly az chi11yv3in3d az th3y ar3
SIARZE: aU: O< 1f 1t l00ks l1ke a creepy cl0wn and quacks l1ke a creepy cl0wn Siarze learns against Tizmik attempting to hide behind her.
PROPER: [Proper stops in front of them, and fishes out a wad of cloth from their bag that they throw at Siarze.] TA: Pants.
TIZMIK: PS: if you didnt g3t cr33py on prop3r th3y wouldnt b3 z3nding out a highblood body to g3t you thiz iz an unfortunat3 conz3qu3nc3 of cr33pin3zz Tizmik leans on Siarze right back. Fuck shadowdroppers, _especially_ the big ones.
SIARZE: [to Tizmik] aU: 1t's a pr0blem aU: 1'm try1ng t0 f1x 1t [Message to Proper as he jerks his head towards the arms] aU: n0t exactly w0rk1ng
TIZMIK: Tizmik leans back against the tree and wonders why this is her life.
PROPER: [They frown, and add Tizmik t0 the c0nv0.] TA: His pr0sthetics d0n't w0rk at all? H0w badly did he screw himself up?
TIZMIK: PS: th3yr3 h3avy h3 3xhauzt3d himz3lf
PROPER: TA: I'm pretty aware ab0ut h0w heavy pr0sthetics are. But... t0 the p0int 0f n0t being able t0 put pants 0n?
SIARZE: aU: 0g 1s a [REDACTED]
TIZMIK: PS: what h3 zaid PS: g3t on tro11mlr and ch3ck you b33n-crippl3d-for-long3r privil3g3 prop3r grub damn
SIARZE: aU: als0 1 maybe sh0uld have turned ar0und at s0me p01nt aU: t1zm1k st0p be1ng 0ne 0f th0se wr1gglers s0 help me
TIZMIK: PS: thatz ag3izt
TIZMIK: PS: prop3r you z33 thiz im b3ing trigg3r3d
PROPER: TA: P00r Tiz - d0n't w0rry TA: I als0 became quite aware 0f the shittiness 0f muscular dystr0phy during the six 0r s0 perigrees after falling 0ut 0f my c0lumn with n0b0dy ar0und. TA: I am, frankly, surprised that y0u have en0ugh abd0minal strength t0 sit up, because I did n0t f0r ab0ut tw0 perigrees. TA: M0stly, I was h0ping that if I dragged this 0ut l0ng en0ugh he'd magically gain en0ugh energy t0 put pants 0n. 8') TA: Because I am n0t carrying him with0ut pants.
(( OOC: ****TA: P00r Tizmik - w0uld y0u like a trigger warning, 0r w0uld y0u prefer I send Siarze an0n hate? >8) ))
SIARZE: aU: 1've had a l1ttle wh1le 1n grav1ty and ps1 helps aU: ps1 helps a l0t
TIZMIK: PS: am i b3ing told i n33d to put pantz on ziarz3
TIZMIK: PS: ziarz3 do i hav3 to put pantz on you
PROPER: TA: Please put pants 0n Siarze. TA: Since we are practically best friends and all. >8) TA: And - I keep f0rgetting h0w much pe0ple depend 0n psi. TA: ... I sh0uld pr0bably ask Mituna h0w he's d0ing 0n that. TA: Make sure y0u actually practice walking with0ut 0verexerting y0urself, th0ugh, 0kay? Else y0u'll end up atr0phied and depend 0n psi until y0u 0verl0ad y0urself.
TIZMIK: PS: thiz iz why im hot and buff tiny pzi iz good for you She turns to mutter to Siarze. "ar3 you zur3 you cant put on your own pantz?"
SIARZE: aU: but the pants are duuumb l00k y0u can't even see the p0rts w1th th1s Siarze manages a very weak flap of the arms (mostly the arms go up and then flop back to his sides.
PROPER: TA: Pants 0r y0u can sleep under in shade fr0m the entry ramp.
(( OOC: under the shade* fml ))
SIARZE: aU: 0kay f1ne pants already aU: my 0cculars are [REDACTED] en0ugh already and there w0uldn't be en0ugh left f0r the cr0ws 1f 1 fr1ed
TIZMIK: PS: if by crowz you m3an flying lizard thingz Tizmik tries and fails to get the pants on right, proceeds to put her big brain to good use by rolling up the pant legs. Siarze's legs slip through the openings with minimal fuss. PS: alright proper ztand him up
PROPER: [Proper is finally willing to get closer, and leans down to take both of Siarze's hands.] TA: Can y0u stand up with help, 0r sh0uld I just pick y0u up? TA: And, as a side n0te, d0 y0u need any water?
SIARZE: aU: water 1s del1c10us even 1f 1t tastes we1rd aU: 1 w1ll never say n0 t0 water aU: 1 d0n't kn0w 1 haven't really been able to stand s1nce 1 sat d0wn
SIARZE: Siarze is visibly shrinking away from the very large coolblood zombie
PROPER: TA: That first, then. [Proper leans back up and grabs a bottle of water, twisting the cap off and, after a moment of awkward debating as to how to do this, dropping to their knees so they can offer the mouth to Siarze.] TA: This is als0 pr0bably the p0int at which y0u sh0uld be deciding if y0u'd rather stay 0ut here 0r have me carry y0u.
TIZMIK: Tizmik has been linefacing harder and harder. "how long am i gonna b3 on ztandby3 for putting th3z3 pantz on can you ztand him up zo i can b3 don3 and th3n wat3r him."
PROPER: TA: If he's been sitting f0r a l0ng time and n0t m0ving, then a bit l0nger, because s0meh0w I feel like yanking vertical s0me0ne wh0's dehydrated, rec0vering fr0m muscle atr0phy, hasn't m0ved h0weverl0ng, /and/ is flipping his shit because I am n0 l0nger 0ffering the n0n-highbl00d c0rpsepuppet package may p0ssibly lead t0 a little bit m0re passing 0ut than y0u w0uld pers0nally prefer t0 be happening directly 0n t0p 0f y0u.
SIARZE: Siarze leans forward slowly, eyes on the zombie and takes a drink of water. He still looks like he'd be in full flight if he was capable but the water is kind of neccessary and he doesn't have a choice other than frying. More, rather over-eager, drinking of water is followed by Siarze coughing and sputtering.
TIZMIK: Tizmik whines because oh my mother grub why is nothing ever straightforward. PS: you dont hav3 gi11z dud3 zlow it way th3 fuck down
PROPER: [Proper tilts the waterbottle back until Siarze is done, and when they replace it, they make sure it angle it lower so he can't get quite enough to choke so easily again.] TA: C00l it, featherbrain. Y0u alright?
SIARZE: aU: what's alr1ght? aU: s0rry the p1l0t 1sn't dy1ng, 1f that's what y0u mean
TIZMIK: Tizmik leans forward to thump his forehead and scowl. No. Bad Siarze. By her estimation, she's the only troll here actually allowed to say mean things at Siarze right now. PS: you wat3r3d 3nough can you g3t up now i dont wanna burn PS: look at that zunriz3 zur3 iz a pr3tty zight i n3v3r want3d to z33
PROPER: TA: That's ab0ut what I was l00king f0r, yeah. TA: Sec0nding Tizmik's questi0n. Y0u g00d t0 let me pick y0u up?
(( OOC: ignore the above thing, I'm reposting ))
PROPER: TA: If that's what I meant, then I w0uld be fully capable 0f sh0ving this thr0ugh y0ur pan case, Siarze. Give me s0me credit and d0n't insinuate that I'd prefer y0ur death when I'm literally in the middle 0f saving y0ur ass fr0m frying. TA: In any case, y0u have n0t managed t0 dr0wn in the middle 0f a desert, s0 I'm sec0nding Tizmik's questi0n.
SIARZE: aU: n0 t1me l1ke the present
PROPER: [Proper caps the bottle and puts it away, then fits their hands under his armpits to pick him up like a puppy for Tizmik.]
TIZMIK: Tiz makes quick work of pulling the pants up and buttoning them. If she was any less impatient she'd feel significantly more awkward. She takes a deep breathe as she stands. "congratz your3 d3c3nt for th3 firzt tim3 zinc3 youv3 land3d"
SIARZE: Siarze has turned his face away from proper and is trying to retreat into his own skeleton as a result of being handled. aU: the fl1ghtsu1t was perfectly acceptable f0r the p1l0t t0 wear
TIZMIK: PS: for a w33k ztraight it waznt
PROPER: [Proper half-sets him on his feet for a split second before sliding one arm further under his entire back and sweeping the other one under his knees, picking him up off the ground entirely.] TA: I'm bec0ming increasingly thankful that this is 0nly 0verday. TA: And increasingly jeal0us 0f Mituna f0r getting stuck elsewhere.
TIZMIK: PS: wh3r3d h3 g3t off to th3n
PROPER: TA: Erm. He's crashing at Demmel's until dusk.
SIARZE: Siarze is silently wishing for something to go horribly wrong there. Siarze is not a nice person. (Assuming he is a person at all). He is also trying to be in contact with as little of the zombie-clown as possible.
TIZMIK: Tizmik starts up snickering. PS: horrorz know what 3licit gozziping th3y can g3t up to might b3 tim3 to chang3 your nam3 and run
PROPER: [Proper rolls their eye to the sky, not that you can tell, and goes a little darker in the face as they readjust their hold on Siarze.] TA: Are we ready t0 g0??
SIARZE: aU: please yes
TIZMIK: Tizmik snickers the entire way to Pyrewake.
PROPER: [The ship is open and the ramp is down when they arrive, and Proper pauses at the entrance.] TA: Empty bl0ck, 0r Tizmik's?
TIZMIK: Tiz mumbles "wait, what" and stops grinning.
PROPER: [They blink, raising an eyebrow, and turn to proffer Siarze slightly.] TA: Y0ur bl0ck, 0r sh0uld I take him t0 his 0wn?
SIARZE: Siarze is is exhausted from being afraid and eventually tunes out, eyes closed and chin tucked against his chest. The first question rouses him from stupor and he is aware enough to parse and respond to the second question. aU: my bl0ck 1s the 0ther way th0ugh?
TIZMIK: Wow, eye roll. PS: th3y m3an on th3 zhip
SIARZE: "0h fleet pr0t0c0l says that the defect1ve hardware sh0uld g0 1n the a1rl0ck t0 be spaced."
TIZMIK: PS: w3r3 in atmo loz3r
TIZMIK: Tizmik is frowning. Frowning so hard. That didn't sound quite right for self pity.
PROPER: TA: I d0n't want y0u in my airl0cks, anyways. Wh0 kn0ws what y0u'd get up t0 with the systems? TA: Right, I am g0ing t0 put y0u in a free bl0ck and then bring you m0re water and s0me f00d. TA: Because y0u d0n't really listen t0 me anyways, s0 c0mmenting 0therwise 0n that thing y0u just said w0uld be pretty much useless. [They turn down the hall.]
TIZMIK: Tizmik follows stiffly behind Proper and sends a private ping to Siarze. PS: yo pilot r3qu3zting a ztatuz r3port and a d3zcription of what th3 fuck you want to happ3n
SIARZE: aU: the p1l0t 1s exper1enc1ng d1stress
aU: p1l0t exper1enc1ng pa1n 1n extrem1t1es aU: the p1l0t w0uld l1ke t0 n0t be carr1ed "and a hug"
(( OOC: IGNORE THAT DAMN INTERFACE ))
(( OOC: pap lmfao ))
SIARZE: Siarze turns to look at Tizmik (mostly Tizmik's horn and a bit of face since there's a bit coolblooded zombie in the way) aU: the p1l0t 1s unf1t f0r duty aU: the p1l0t 1s exper1enc1ng pa1n 1n extrem1t1es aU: p1l0t 1s exper1enc1ng unregulated h0r0m0ne pr0duct10n, elevated heart rate, etc. aU: p1l0t sh0uld n0t be carr1ed by a super10r 0ff1cer aU: request n0t t0 be carr1ed He blinks a little at Tizmik, wincing "and a hug"
PROPER: [Proper blinks, missing a beat in their walk.] TA: What?
TIZMIK: Tizmik grimaces, sends a ping to the group chat. PS: n3v3rmind that Then to Siarze: PS: you cant walk and i cant carry you There's a pause while Tiz weighs the pros and cons. PS: im g3tting th3 z3nz3 im gonna hav3 to ztay with you for at l3azt a bit and i mizz my coon PS: my block ok or what
SIARZE: [to group] aU: the p1l0t was ennumerat1ng requests f0r ma1ntenance [to Tizmik] aU: 1s 1t cl0ser?
PROPER: TA: Sure, great. TA: S0me night, tell me h0w t0 get that t0 happen, because by my c0unt I've sent at least a c0uple by this p0int. [They're nearly there, anyways. Proper stops by a door, waiting for it to slide open, and steps through with Siarze. It's a plain block that looks as though is has been stripped of personal effects which, nonetheless, has its own bathroom attached, a recuperacoon with temperature settings, and simple furniture.] TA: Here. [They set him down on the single small couch.]
TIZMIK: [Siarze.] PS: w311 too lat3 for that [Group.] PS: thankz for th3 azzizt
SIARZE: Siarze looks at Tizmik from the couch. He has flopped over on his side (deliberately and curled into a ball). "are y0u leav1ng t1z?"
SIARZE: He's pretty quiet, and mostly talking into his knees.
PROPER: TA: Y0u're welc0me! [Proper is pretty silent as they move around, setting the half-full water bottle and another fresh one on the table by the couch, along with a wrapped sandwich. They pop out of the room for a second to grab something from another body, and come back with a cup of soup and some utensils that they also leave for Siarze.] TA: And extra linens and stuff are in the cl0set. TA: I... think that's everything? I mean, y0u can feel free t0 ping me if y0u need anything else, I'm available literally always. [Siarze, they think, had better not need anything else.]
TIZMIK: Tiz tries to look indifferent to the proceedings, yet still looks impatient, stressed out, and resentful. Probably a little bit concerned. I mean, just a little. PS: yup She sighs.
PROPER: [Proper stares at Siarze for a moment, considering whether they should wait from an okay from him, or what, but... really, he's not entirely coherent right now, and they feel like that should be left to Tizmik, since their only options are 'freak him out more' and 'be freaked out /by/ him.'] [Tizmik, who once again looks like she wants to punch them in the face for no reason Proper can fathom. Fuck it. Proper gives up and and turns to leave with a short wave.]
SIARZE: [Private message to Proper] aU: thank y0u aU: 1t's a very n1ce sh1p
TIZMIK: Tizmik fidgets in place. "zo you want m3 to ztick around or whatz th3 plan h3r3."
SIARZE: "hugs" Siarze flexes an arm out at Tizmik "hugs and s0meth1ng t0 put 0ver my head"
TIZMIK: Tizmik trudges to the closet and unceremoniously throws a balled up blanked at Siarze and follows that display up with dropping her ass on the couch and squishing him in a hug. "your3 gonna t311 m3 what th3 flying fatazz fuck juzt happ3n3d and im not particularly fuzz3d ov3r how pal3 that iz," she mumbles. "i m3an th3 ztorming out and th3 g3tting ztuck and th3n what3v3r fr3zh h311 thiz iz happ3ning." "alzo th3 'i zhould b3 d3ad' thing your3 gonna 3xplain that."
PROPER: [to Siarze] TA: Thanks, I think. And y0u're welc0me. TA: Erm. Als0 I think.
SIARZE: aU: h0w pale what 1s? aU: l00k 1t's aU: 1 needed t0 n0t be 1ns1de. There's a n1ce sky here even 1f 1t 1s the wr0ng c0l0r and d0esn't have g00d m00ns aU: 1t just p0pped 1nt0 my sp0nge that "hey Hraban y0u can /leave/ n0w"
TIZMIK: "hoofb3aztzhit you w3r3 mad about zom3thing." She butts her forehead against him.
SIARZE: aU: 0w 0w [REDACTED] t1zm1k! aU: 1 need t0 be 0uts1de because 1 was made ab0ut s0meth1ng mell0d sa1d stup1d [REDACTED] f-f-fuckass
TIZMIK: PS: wimp She unfolds the blanket and drapes it over him. PS: burrito wimp PS: and whyd you g3t ztuck
(( OOC: edit "and whyd you g3t ztuck" to "what did that guy zay h3z zo whit3br3ad h3 do3znt 3v3n zw3ar" ))
SIARZE: aU: d0es 1t matter? Siarze tugs a corner of the nlankt around his head. aU: darker 1s better aU: d0esn't hurt my 0cculars the same.
TIZMIK: Tizmik is thoroughly torn between concern and unaccountable anger. PS: it matt3rz b3cauz3 what3v3r load of nazty trazh thiz waz zhouldnt happ3n again
SIARZE: [auroralUpdraft has sent --REDACTED.txt--] aU: 1t d0esn't really th0ugh
TIZMIK: Tiz snickers. PS: wi11 you look at that h3 _iz_ a tro11 i waz ztarting to wond3r about prop3r having zom3 kinda x3no thing
SIARZE: Siarze has retreated into the couch a little, trying to bury himself between the cushions.
TIZMIK: She prods his shoulder. PS: alright alright The "sorry" gets stuck in her brain and doesn't send. PS: h3z juzt fucking with you though unl3zz h3z actua11y that ztupid
SIARZE: aU: the p1l0t 1s stup1d and defect1ve
TIZMIK: PS: ztop zaying that zhit alr3ady She prods him again.
SIARZE: aU: 1t's what makes sense aU: 0therw1se 1 w0uldn't keep [REDACTED] everyth1ng up He shies away from being prodded.
TIZMIK: PS: i dont wazt3 my tim3 on ztupid thingz unl3zz th3r3z zom3thing 3lz3 good about th3m but your3 not ztupid anyway zo it do3znt matt3r
SIARZE: aU: then why are all the tr0ll th1ngs s0 hard?
TIZMIK: PS: can you forg3t how to b3 a tro11 mayb3 thatz what happ3n3d
SIARZE: aU: 1 d0n't kn0w aU: and 1t just makes me want t0 dr0p a m00n 0n h1m aU: strutt1ng ar0und all Siarze makes a frustrated noise into the couch
TIZMIK: PS: y3ah how long waz h3 h3lm3d again Tizmik's hand flutters towards Siarze, though she ultimately returns it to her side.
SIARZE: aU: just aU: why can't 1 have the tr0ll th1ngs aU: 1s 1t because 1'm a bad tr0ll?
TIZMIK: PS: what PS: no PS: what you g3t iznt baz3d on any abztract id3az of good or bad or on zom3 high3r int311ig3nc3 itz hard work and luck of th3 draw PS: you got jamm3d in a zat for zw33pz and zw33pz thatz zhitty azz luck ok
TIZMIK: PS: i m3an th3r3z th3 thing that your3 alzo a raging douch3 machin3 of z3lf c3nt3r3dn3zz but itz not lik3 that mak3z you a bad tro11
SIARZE: Siarze bashes his head against the couch, horns sparking.
SIARZE: "bluh!"
TIZMIK: Her hand is back to its weird do-I-or-don't-I faltering. She pats/paps his back, finally.
SIARZE: "BLUH!"
TIZMIK: Pap pap pap. "y3ah y3ah i h3ard you th3 firzt tim3."
SIARZE: Siarze shuffles a bit to catch at least one pap on hiis blanket-covered head. He takes some time to breathe deeply and then excavate himself from the couch-trench to get Siarze to relax a little more. aU: thankz aU: 1 d1d the th1ng see
TIZMIK: Tizmik's face screws up while she concentrates. PS: o< 1 can fl0ck1ng see that l0ser
SIARZE: aU: d0es 1t hurt when y0u have t0 use letters that aren't Z?
SIARZE: Siarze laughs a little
TIZMIK: PS: it waz phyzica11y painful i dont know how you manag3 it PS: you want m3 to ztick around ti11 you fa11 azl33p
SIARZE: aU: arud1l 1f y0u hang ar0und me any l0nger y0u're g01ng t0 start feel1ng terr1ble by 0sm0s1s
TIZMIK: PS: who zayz i dont Oops, that was supposed to stay in a regular thought bubble, not the electronic one. PS: anywayz i waznt planning on hanging around you today thatz th3 point of m3 going to pyr3wak3 i had planz PS: tak3 or l3av3 th3 off3r of company i dont giv3 a squ3akb3aztz nazty gonorrh3a inf3ct3d zcrotum which you pick
SIARZE: aU: 1 kn0w aU: thanks aU: pr0m1se n0t t0 tell me anyth1ng ab0ut y0ur flush and y0u can g0 y0u jerk
TIZMIK: Tizmik pulls back the covers and peels the back off the sopor patch to put on his collarbone. PS: cool zo i11 go hang out with my fluzh and your3 not invit3d to know about any of it wink wink nudg3 nudg3 PS: try not to hav3 any daymar3z imma b3 a f3w minut3z away if you n33d anything
SIARZE: aU: y0u're a daymare, get 0ut 0f here already Siarze pulls the blanket back over his head.
TIZMIK: PS: okay by3 She stands, waves, and leaves.
