#;keytchup

He slipped the modern device out of his pocket as it buzzed, idle eyes catching on the screen as he swiped his thumb across it, and navigated to the new message which had arrived to his inbox. Needless to say, though, an eyebrow arched at the sloppy text written out, and a glance at the number it had come from, he sneered. “Honestly…” he murmured to himself. But whereas most would be ignored, he did let both his hands touch the device and soon his fingers danced over the screen, typing an answer with practised ease.

"I wanted to talk. Chitchat. Loosen my tongue. Be social. Question your reason to breathe. Notice me—"