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[moveslikejaeger]

[Maxim hasn't even gotten a chance to write in his shiny new journal yet (Or rather, old journal that he's forgotten about until now, whoops). He just set it down on the bed, plunked himself down on his stomach, and has at it.]

[But nothing happens.]

[Clearly he just needs more ink - noooo, that doesn't work either. Now there is just a big purple splotch on the page.]

[Okay Maxim, time to be clever about this. Time to use your head.]

[A few minutes later, there is a photo of a very shirtless boy with purple hair, pouting pathetically at the viewer. His journal is broken and he wants attention, take pity on him, please.]

Comments

[quasistellar]

Check the rest of the journal record. There is definitely some camwhoring going on that goes past what anyone would see in the lake.

[polariity]

I wath too buthy bickering with you to really notithe much, ath a matter of fact.

[Give him a moment...]

Wow, it ith like watching teenagerth dithcover the internet for the firtht time.

[quasistellar]

That's one way to put it. The way I'd put it is considerably less nice, given that could be one of my daughters he's talking to. I know they know better than to continue the conversation, but...

[MAMA. SHARK.]

[polariity]

You know you can't hover over them forever, right?

[quasistellar]

[That one actually stings, and it shows in her voice, a slight waver in her normally steely tone.]

I've actually spent more time not hovering over them.

[polariity]

Oh.

Uh.

[WAIT WHY IS HE TALKING TO YOU LIKE YOU'RE A PERSON, HE DOESN'T... WANT.. THIS... FUCK.]

Well, hovering ith... kind... of the wrong way to go about it?

[quasistellar]

...right. Whatever. I'm not one of those helicopter mums.

I'm just going to dock those points. Do whatever you like about that.

[If this was a phone, then it would be hanging up right now. Loudly.]

[polariity]

[Why does this keep getting weird.]