I s33 you liking that, Darkl33r. You finally have good taste.
D — Did I like that image. —> D — I mean. You 100k nice. The outfit suits you well. That's all. —>
You did, old man. How's it b33n? Its b33n... ... ... How long again?
D — The last time I saw you... it must have been a decade ago at this point. Still living in your cave. —> D — Or. Some version of you. As I have come to realize this platform is accessible across different realities. I still don't fully understand it. —>
This is the part where its better for your pan that you just don't ask questions. For me, its b33n an entire lifetime and then some, followed by dwindling visits in the bubbles.
D — Questioning things has only ever gotten me into trouble. It w001d be unwise of me to start now. I hope your visits in the bubbles have been nice. —>
I meant betw33n us. I've got to get better at explaining things. I've missed s33ing your resting bitch face. I can't remember the last time someone patiently listened to me yap about my gripes with the world.
D — I w001d love nothing more than to listen to your gripes again. In lieu of being able to do so in person, you are always welcome in my direct messages. —> D — And I do not have a resting bitch face. —>
You do. I can picture it right meow. You're squinting at the scr33n and furrowing your brow in order to unbitch your face. And its not working.
D — No I'm not. My squinting and furrowing are entirely unrelated. Shush. —>
How about no. You can't make me, s33ing as you pointed out how we're not in proximity to each other.