Chapter Two: Absent Matesprits
Alchemyst sighed. "Really." She muttered, tapping away at the keys. Once again, her matesprit, the Power Rangers fandom, had decided to go silent on her. "I thought you were off haitus." Of course, she's simply talking to the open program--Pesterchum--and his handle on her Chumroll.
--alchemyBook [AB] started pestering powerZoids [PZ]--
AB: PR COME ON YOU CAN'T BE IGNORING ME.
AB: ...or can you?
AB: Yeah, I'm moSt likely GettinG iGnored.
AB: Sorry for whatever I did?
--alchemyBook [AB] ceased pestering powerZoids [PZ]--
The blond sat back in her chair. "That was a waste of time... but I wonder what I did to PR? Maybe he's actually mad for the pick-up line battles? I don't even know." Alchemyst considered talking to her moirail, but then again, they just talked a few hours ago. "It just doesn't seem right of him to be ignoring me. I thought... maybe he doesn't actually want to be my flushed? That must be it. He just agreed so I didn't feel bad." With a another sigh, Alch closed her laptop and curled up a little, before letting a few tears fall. "I'm an idiot, aren't I?"
-End Chapter-
