[INBOX] fractura.

[doublesmall]

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"This is Chuuya. Leave a message if you want-- just come find me, if you don't."

chuuya nakahara
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[doublesmall]

Ciphers, apparently.

[he's just sipping his stolen iced coffee, making a face at the flavor but drinking it anyway.]

Will you leave my shit alone-? It's locked, anyway...

[but i hope baren just guesses his fuckin password even when they don't remember their history]

[crudest]

[he's literally going to type in m@rshm@ll0w

and see what happens]

[doublesmall]

[it works!

and chuuya yelps as he hops off the desk to try to SHOVE the spinny chair away from the screen.]

What the fuck! I couldn't even get in!

[because he can't type]

[crudest]

[whoa - baren's reflexes are good enough that he jumps out of the chair right as chuuya shoves it so that he's still going to be in front of the desk, snorting faintly]

Maybe I know you better than you know yourself?

[he's going to try to go digging through chuuya's files hopefully he doesn't have anything embarrassing?]

[doublesmall]

[damnit baren. he huffs, reaching to try to switch the monitor off-- there is definitely a whole folder of marshmallow pics, with an editor used on them to add hearts and sparkles.]

No, I tried that one! It wouldn't work for me!

[crudest]

[hE'S SCRAMBLING TO SWAT CHUUYA'S HAND AWAY SO HE CAN TRY TO LOOK AT THESE PICS

AND AIRDROP ONE TO HIS PHONE, LOSING HIS SHIT THE ENTIRE WAY THROUGH - ]

Did you - shit, this is too funny - did you fucking typo it?!

[doublesmall]

Leave those alone!!

[he will NEVER hear the end of this, fuck, COVERING BAREN'S FACE WITH HIS HANDS]

And no, I didn't fucking typo it!

[crudest]

[hE AIRDROPPED ONE TO HIS PHONE and he's losing his mind as he sends it straight to okuni]

Then explain how you fucked it up!!

[he's going to just try to duck to see if he can click around the other folders for more blackmail]

[doublesmall]

I didn't fuck it up! I just typed it and it wouldn't fucking work-- get off my computer, asshole!

[there are bookmarks of various poems, there is thank GOD not a folder of nudes bc even chuuya wouldn't put that on a work computer

he's just got SO many pictures of dogs, though, wow.]

[crudest]

I'm looking for your powerpoints - we both have to study what you're supposed to teach!!

[he is nOT DOING THAT but it's a good cover as he clicks through everything right

he's just going to keep laughing to himself as he scrolls past all the dog photos]

Jeeze, you must be lonely.

[stop being a bitch, baren]

[doublesmall]

These aren't even mine-! So what if some other version of me collects dog pictures!!

[it's not a REFLECTION ON HIMSELF, god.

(yes it is.)]

Find the damn powerpoints, already, apparently I'm supposed to teach ciphers.

[crudest]

I'm pretty sure every version of yourself would do this.

[dryly, but he's going to keep clicking through - ]

Oh, just ciphers? Cool, I can grade with my eyes closed.

[is he saying this because he's good at ciphers or because he can bullshit any grades]