text to Isaac Lahey; redirected to first three respondents

[pantomath]

Right, two things:

1. I'm really going to need you to turn the TV down. I can't even think straight and you never let it blare like that. What are you even doing out there?

2. Really, what are you doing out there, mate? What is that smell?! It's like a tube of toothpaste exploded, I can smell it from here. What are you making? Whatever it is, there's too much mint. ENTIRELY too much. It's going to taste really bloody awful, I can assure you. Actually...you don't even LIKE mint, what's going on with you tonight?

I suppose that was more than two things, wasn't it? Sorry...

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[ilovedirt]

I'm sorry, what? I think you might have sent that to the wrong person

MESSAGE SUCCESSFULLY EDITED:
1. Wow you're really pretty. My TV isn't on, though, and if it were I'd turn it down for you.

2. Do you need help cleaning up your roommate's toothpaste? Cause I'm kind of a nice guy and I would help you if you needed a hand to clean it up if they've done something weird?

What the hell that's not what I said
Stop it
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[pantomath]

...what...

Sorry, I must've messed something up trying to send.

INNER THOUGHT MATRIX ACTIVATED:

Really...? That's really sweet. It's also a bit creepy...but mostly sweet. I don't think anybody's ever offered to CLEAN for me before. No, I KNOW no one has, actually... Because you think I'm pretty? Really? But what if—oh, no, this is ridiculous, never mind.

Erm...thanks.

INNER THOUGHT MATRIX ACTIVATED:

...I think.

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[ilovedirt]

Same, actually.

I really didn't mean to send all of that, though, honestly. I didn't want to come off like a creep or overstep and something strange is going on with this thing.

INNER THOUGHT MATRIX ACTIVATED:

Really, and I promise I'm not a creep. I just try to help people, I was stuck away from other people and contact for so long that I kind of take it a little far now. It's not necessarily just because you're pretty, though, I'd make the offer either way - you just happen to be pretty.

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[pantomath]

INNER THOUGHT MATRIX ACTIVATED:

Awww...okay that's less creepy. Well, other than the assurance that you're not a creep. I feel like that's normally the sort of thing only a creep would say, but—wait, wh—

What do you mean? Why were you stuck away from other people and contact for so long?

INNER THOUGHT MATRIX ACTIVATED:

And how long is "so long," actually...?

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[ilovedirt]

I know it's so true that that's something a creep would say, probably says something that I should work on not needing to say that particular bit...

And it's a long story, honestly.

BACKSTORY GENERATED FOR YOUR CONVENIENCE:

But my family - my siblings and I - we were forced to become a superhero group by our dad when we were kids. I died and instead of, basically, moving on I stayed behind with my brother the medium. He was the only one that could really see or communicate with me. So...literally I was stuck with him tagging along for years because I couldn't do anything else for like 17 years.

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[pantomath]

( And now she's noticed; the compliment and awkwardness briefly distracted her. )

Hang on...I didn't... I never said anything about what a creep would say...

Also, oh...so, what, you were a ghost, then? What was stopping you from talking to other people? Are ghosts different where you came from, then? We can talk to ghosts where I came from. I'd almost venture to say it would be safe to have called Nearly Headless Nick a friend, even...

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[ilovedirt]

Something really weird is going on with these things. Because I definitely saw it.

And I didn't say anything about being a ghost, but Klaus was the only person who could see or talk to me. Nobody else could communicate with the dead, so apparently, I really had the worst luck in that. I might have had an easier time if other people could have talked to me.

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[pantomath]

Okay, hang on, so...you're getting messages I haven't sent and I'm getting messages you haven't sent? Is that what's happening here? You realize that has some really awful implications, yeah?

INNER THOUGHT MATRIX ACTIVATED:

You poor thing...I can't imagine only being able to talk to one pers—wait. Is this—can he read my thoughts like a text as well? It's like Legilimency...that is decidedly not. good...

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[themanofiron]

uh i’m not watching tv?

and i’m making a new hard drive but i can assure you it doesn’t smell like mint.

you okay?

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[pantomath]

Oh...oh, I'm sorry, I think I've mucked up some settings or something. I meant to send this to my flatmate. I'm fine.