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[luxuriant]

Who: Zelos Wilder (good end)
Broadcast: Video
Action: Marsiva. From the hospitality deck, but he'll be moving around after!
When: 10/7 Morning!

[Again. Again. Zelos takes a good few minutes looking around before he decides that he's definitely been left behind in some way. Another handful of minutes pass, and he's tapping at the device meant to broadcast. If he's nearly alone up here, then he's just got to find out if there's anyone else out and about somewhere else, right?

Despite the stress he's feeling right now, the image that appears on screen to everyone is pretty upbeat. And pretty cocky, too.]

Yo! Looks like I missed out on the party. There's gotta be someone out there, right?

[He leans in a little closer for effect before sighing and pulling back, both arms raising in a shrug.] This is just my luck. Come on, give me a sign or something!

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[broroona]

[They're just trading stumbles at this point. Baroona would be annoyed if the proposed plan hadn't made so much sense. He smiles at the thought, the image of them telling stories to each other each day.]

You're right. It's a good idea. [He looks down at his feel to hide his smile.] It sounds nice.

[Still looking away, he pushes at Zelos with their joined hands.] Go on. Start your last story.

[luxuriant]

If we didn't hang out at night, we'd usually send each other messages. Your spelling was horrible, but your typing was even worse.

[He laughs, but it's fond, and he gives a reassuring look back as they walk.] Don't worry! It was kinda cute. Anyway, you'd somehow end up repeating the messages on playback multiple times, so I ended up having to explain how the thing worked all over again.

You didn't want to listen at first, you stubborn ass. But once I pointed out how useful it was, you lent an ear a bit more easily. Still not sure that you got the hang of how to use it, but you were definitely getting better. So we'd text to practice sometimes.

[broroona]

[Having all of that called cute just makes him more embarrassed. Hunching his shoulders, he glances away with a scowl.]

Where I was, you tricked me into thinking emoticons would steal my soul. I ended up asking the whole network about it. Everyone thought I was an idiot.

[He's still sore about it, honestly. After a moment's hesitation, he offers:] ... I think I'm better at texting. The glass had this thing that corrected what I wrote. It helped.