Tao | please indulge me

[inlets]

[Pick your poison:

• A reputable high school, populated by students in white uniform. Are you perhaps a transfer student? A teacher? A new addition to the security guards?
  
• You're on a computer or some database or another when the screen behaves strangely. You are now being hacked.
  
• An electronics store. Tao is picking up a copious amount of parts, almost at what looks like random, and not bothering to be quiet about it.
  
• Your choice.

Mmhahahaha.]

Comments

[afflictive]

[Fun? Seriously? That's not the word Fujimaru would've used.

A quiet mutter to the terminal to tell him if the guy tries to pull anything while sending these messages—

Going to tell me what you were after?

He doubts it, but.]

[inlets]

[Nope, nope, he's not going to try anything. Don't you worry, computer.

I was just looking around. I only stayed because you were here.]

[afflictive]

What...?

[What's that supposed to mean?]

[inlets]

[It was interesting. You have a lot to manage, don't you?]

[afflictive]

[That's none of your business.]

[inlets]

[That's okay, Fujimaru. You don't have to answer. Tao saw it all. So he'll be positive.

At the very least, I got to meet you.]

[afflictive]

[asldkjalsd?

Fujimaru stares at the message for a few moments, as if there's some kind of deep, complicated meaning that he's not getting, before he manages a response.

You call that a meeting?]

[inlets]

[Does he strike your tsundere heart, Fujimaru?

What would you call it?]

[afflictive]

[More like you're a weirdo, Tao!!

You hacking into my systems.]

[inlets]

[Everybody is a critic!

That, too.]

[afflictive]

[There is no "too" about it.

aka that's all there was to it—it wasn't exactly a meeting.]

[inlets]

[meeting. n. a coming together of two or more people, by chance or arrangement.

Don't deny it, Fujimaru.

But the systems really need to go back up if there aren't going to be massive consequences, so Tao will nip the conversation at the bud now.

See you, then.]

[afflictive]

[Preferably not.

He doesn't want to deal with you again, damn it.]

[inlets]

[Ahaha.

Tao disconnects, shutting the lid of his laptop. Then he leans back against his chair and stretches, adrenaline still running against his vibrant mood.]

He's like that, huh? Now I really wonder who he is!

[afflictive]

[YOU'LL NEVER KNOW you creep.]