Characters: Slash, Tokio Rating: T Notes: just made it!! C= C= C= C= C=┌(;・ω・)┘ Word count: 200
Online involves no small talk. When it's nothing but business, that's when I succeed. Drop off the details, download the files, hit the escape key to close the window. Job done.
It's like meatspace works under completely different laws of physics, you know? At the Lawson on the corner with the weird-ass clerk, I feel like I'm fighting gravity on Jupiter. You know: hi, how are you, good thanks, that'll be 580 yen, thanks, have a nice day, god forbid some geezer try to chat with this "nice young lady."
But it's a fact of life until the net gets in everything and a little remote-controlled drone will bring croquette sandwiches and iced tea to my door. I swear, dude, it's coming! Sometimes, even after I hand over the scoop, I keep your window open, until you say bye or whatever, or it says you've left. Like watching a friend until they get on right train, even though they know what they're doing. You're not a kid. You're pretty smart, actually, even if you still need me. Maybe, finger poised over the escape key, I'm being superstitious. But compared to my typical bullshit it feels like you're onto something big.
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Rating: T
Notes: just made it!! C= C= C= C= C=┌(;・ω・)┘
Word count: 200
Online involves no small talk. When it's nothing but business, that's when I succeed. Drop off the details, download the files, hit the escape key to close the window. Job done.
It's like meatspace works under completely different laws of physics, you know? At the Lawson on the corner with the weird-ass clerk, I feel like I'm fighting gravity on Jupiter. You know: hi, how are you, good thanks, that'll be 580 yen, thanks, have a nice day, god forbid some geezer try to chat with this "nice young lady."
But it's a fact of life until the net gets in everything and a little remote-controlled drone will bring croquette sandwiches and iced tea to my door. I swear, dude, it's coming! Sometimes, even after I hand over the scoop, I keep your window open, until you say bye or whatever, or it says you've left. Like watching a friend until they get on right train, even though they know what they're doing. You're not a kid. You're pretty smart, actually, even if you still need me. Maybe, finger poised over the escape key, I'm being superstitious. But compared to my typical bullshit it feels like you're onto something big.