fifteenth ♠ text

[save_the_souls]

Who: Allen Walker
Broadcast: Text, ANONYMOUS
Action: None
When: Today.

[Allen finally bothered to look at the media files Atroma had left behind. He barely has his own on for ten seconds before he slams the stop button. He knows exactly what song that is, and this is the last week he wants to hear it. It pisses him off just hearing that tune.]

[Shortly after, there's a text message on the network. He's made sure to make it anonymous, since not in the mood to deal with shit today]

Does anyone know how the hell to delete the media file Atroma gave us?

Comments

[save_the_souls]

I am calm.

[he even resisted the urge to use an exclamation point to emphasize his calmness!!]

[falconing]

Sure you are.

What am I going to call you, then? Give me ideas.

[save_the_souls]

And give away my identity? I'm not falling for that trick!

[falconing]

Don't worry, I'll narrow it down eventually.

Can't hide forever.

Figure out how to delete your stuff yet, kid?

[save_the_souls]

You got to be kidding. Surely you have better things to do with your time.

Not yet.

[falconing]

Free as a bird. I've got nothing but time.

Tough luck.

[save_the_souls]

Then go knit a scarf!

[falconing]

Do they teach that priceless skill in daycare?

[save_the_souls]

Day-what?

[falconing]

Joke's lost when you have to explain it.

It was an insult.

Be indignant or something, it'll have the same effect.

[save_the_souls]

...You can't just tell someone to be indignant because your insult didn't work. That's lazy.

[falconing]

It's not my fault you don't know what a daycare is.

[save_the_souls]

And it's not my fault you're not very good at insults. (￣︶￣;)

[falconing]

Touche.

Have fun trying to delete your illicit bedtime stories, shortstuff.

I'll make sure to get a holo copy for you so you can read it in the privacy of your own room.

[save_the_souls]

No thank you!

[falconing]

I insist.