‘’It’s been awhile since you’ve stopped by, we should run a check-up soon.’’ Comes the reply. It’s a strange thing, before Chrome met Twitter, he had had no idea how silent can silence be. Now that Twitter has visited him a couple of times before, it had been…quiet without him yelling or squirming around. A child is the word that fits Twitter. Still, he doesn’t let himself linger on the thought for very long, instead he turns his attention to the millions and millions of users.
Ignored again. T's friendship with Chrome was basically him trying to do something with the guy and always getting rejected or replaced by his users. Twitter knew he didn't have as many as the other, but still... If he had time to even see Chrome and, y'know, just hang out, why couldn't he do the same for him? All he wanted was fifteen minutes, dammit. Was that asking too much? "Hey, dude, can't you take a break so we can catch up?" he said before mumbling. "Apparently I wasn't missed at all."
