Dave anxiously tapped his fingers against the keyboard. The soft clicking noise seemed to help him think of a response. This time it just didn't help.
The male looked up from his computer. The posters that crowded the walls were no help to him either. Nothing was helping him. Sheesh, what has gotten into him lately? He can't even keep a conversation with his best friend!
EB: Dave?
EB: Are you alive?
EB: ....
EB: You're taking forever to answer back so I guess I'll leave now.
TG: hey no wait
EB: You're alive!
TG: hell yeah i am
TG: i was just thinking about some deep shit
EB: I don't really understand what you mean but ok hahahaha
Dave facepalmed. This fucking kid. He seems smart but then he slaps you in the face with stuff like this.
TG: dude
TG: its not that hard to understand
EB: Well
EB: It kinda is
TG: how
EB: I don't know what kind of 'deep shit' you're talking about
