[--Oh. Oh, that snares Jack’s attention for sure, even a bit wavery as it is at the moment, and it’s a longer pause as he stares at the pocketwatch for a decent moment, reading and rereading.]
[…He’s worried. And that’s nice, but at the same time--]
yea it sucks iagree with that but no its ok realy im just knid of tired its been a long week
[Another beat, and then another text:]
thers so much sand eveywhere hows how are people doing with the sand ?/
[Ah, he really does hate being so out of the loop right this…]
[COME ON ENMA SURELY IT LOOKS LEGIT--but no okay actually...]
[Jack blinks and frowns a bit at the sentence fragment at the beginning there. Ty? What's that supposed to mean? Is it some sort of text thing? Probably...but pursuing the one train of thought that much further is a bit hard, and he scrubs at his eyes a bit with a sigh before reading the rest of it properly. And staring at the offer for a little while....]
[He doesn't. Want to ask for things, and turning it down is a tempting idea, but at the same time...]
[The hesitance is almost palpable in the next delay before a reply eventually comes back.]
its rdculous there shuoldnt be sand in this rehion were next to n ocean it doesnt evenmake any sensw sand is for deserts
but yeah ive moved to the dorms too fir awile its hard to move around out there third flpor comon room
sthere antway you could get hold of like an ice tray or smthing ynow the ones with the cubes
[Oh, for summer. ...So some people try to get snow happening even then, huh? Absently, Jack wonders how he hadn't heard of this sooner, but--summer. Then again. Still, it's almost a bit flattering, in a weird secondhand sort of way...]
[But that's the last text in a little while, and so Jack just waits a bit in lieu of responding, half because just prodding at the keyboard is starting to get a bit tiring in itself. Which is ridiculous....but well, no use dwelling irritably on it, because that still isn't going to really help things--]
[Oh, an addendum. Jack squints a bit at the newer text...what....]
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week 9, day 1
are you ok
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enma ?
yeah mi
im
fine enogh i guess
[just stupidly tired and getting immensely weary of all this sand everywhere, but well, details...]
you
?
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just worried
the weathers really bad
[ for you . . . :( ]
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[…He’s worried. And that’s nice, but at the same time--]
yea it sucks iagree with that
but no its ok realy
im just knid of tired its
been a long week
[Another beat, and then another text:]
thers so much sand eveywhere
hows
how are people doing
with the sand ?/
[Ah, he really does hate being so out of the loop right this…]
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jack you're ty
[ you're typing bad of course you're not just tired . . . but he decides-- not to go with that. ]
do you need anything?
i mean uh
anything i can get around here
where are you staying
[ and to accompany jack's last text: ]
it's getting worse outside but so far the dorms are ok
i don't think it's going away soon tho
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[COME ON ENMA SURELY IT LOOKS LEGIT--but no okay actually...]
[Jack blinks and frowns a bit at the sentence fragment at the beginning there. Ty? What's that supposed to mean? Is it some sort of text thing? Probably...but pursuing the one train of thought that much further is a bit hard, and he scrubs at his eyes a bit with a sigh before reading the rest of it properly. And staring at the offer for a little while....]
[He doesn't. Want to ask for things, and turning it down is a tempting idea, but at the same time...]
[The hesitance is almost palpable in the next delay before a reply eventually comes back.]
its rdculous there shuoldnt be sand in this rehion
were next to n ocean it doesnt evenmake any sensw
sand is for deserts
but yeah ive
moved to the dorms too fir awile
its hard to move around out there
third flpor comon room
sthere antway you could get hold of like
an ice tray or smthing
ynow the ones with the cubes
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like the machine in those places to snowboard that shoots fake snow
i'm going to look around ok?
i'll be there in a bit
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i dont
wiat what do you mean fake
snow ?/??
[W...what, but why--no, getting sidetracked again...]
i mean
no nvermind
its ok ifyu cant find any but
thanks
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still made with water
so people can do skiing and stuff when it's summer
[ he's only heard about them!! but yes, that will be the final text he sends after a while, and about fifteen minutes later: ]
do you think people would get made if i move the cooler
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[But that's the last text in a little while, and so Jack just waits a bit in lieu of responding, half because just prodding at the keyboard is starting to get a bit tiring in itself. Which is ridiculous....but well, no use dwelling irritably on it, because that still isn't going to really help things--]
[Oh, an addendum. Jack squints a bit at the newer text...what....]
move the cooler ?
what do yuo mean
coler where
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it's old but it works
[ jack
cooler
moving the cooler
you need cold
are you catching his drift yet ]
to the third floor common room
enma pls.........
[waaait for it.....]
[oh--]
well
i dont
is there stuf still in it ?
should probly just stick wiht ice cubes
dont need much
poeple already havenough to worry about asit is
jack no he wants to help..........
i'll bring what they have at least
BUT MUST YOU DO IT SO INTENSELY KIDDO.......
dnot worry takey our time
youre alredy doing enough but thanks
jack we're shonens we are intense for a living
i'll be there in a bit