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[sleepingbagsensei]

[Leave a message here for him vi in his head or something.]

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misfire...

[broceanic]

[there's a very persistent image trying to work its way into aizawa's head. someone's reading what equates to a gossip mag about otherworlders. fortunately, at least, he's not reading too in-depth. just skimming.]

Is this crap for real...?

[sleepingbagsensei]

[What just got into his head? This is why he hates those crystals mind readers. Oh well, he rolls with it, for now.]

Is it that surprising?

[Sorry Archie.]

[broceanic]

[fuckin mood, aizawa. archie's aware by now that the amulets are malfunctioning, so he just sighs and is silently grateful that he didn't send anything more embarrassing...]

Not really, no. Have you ever been in one of these?

[sleepingbagsensei]

No.

[Mostly cause... it seems impossible? Not like he sees something about his world in there, nopenopenope.]

Who the hell is this again?

[broceanic]

Archie. I don't think we've met; I don't recognise your voice. Amulets are bein' weird.

[he casually turns a page. there may or may not be a picture of someone aizawa actually knows on there...]

Sorry for the intrusion. I'd turn it off if I knew how.

[sleepingbagsensei]

This is why I don't trust those things... Shit, that was suppose to stay in my head.

[Yeah, he's still trying to get used to. And why is there a 'Recycled Shop Hoppers' read there in one back alley building?]

Shouta Aizawa. You drink?

[broceanic]

You're not wrong, though.

[you'd be surprised...]

I got some rum. You wanna join in?

[sleepingbagsensei]

Sure.

[Damn gossip magazines.]

Bonus points I wake up and this shit is over.

[broceanic]

No kidding. Where are you? I'll do home delivery for knock out juice.

...

That probably sounds weird because we've never spoken, but I swear on anything I'm not a serial killer.