#awkward texts

Akechi: And? Why should I care?

Akira: Let me rephrase that, I'm alone. By myself. Nobody's downstairs.

Akechi: What a tragedy. Why dont you invite one of your annoying little friends over?

Akira: asdfghjkl—

Akira: Akechi.

Akechi: ?

Akira: How is it that you are simultaneously the most brightest and stupidest person I know??

Akechi: If you have something to say, just come out with it already.

Akira: Oh, I'm sorry your highness.

Akira: Do you want to fuck?

Akira: Don't leave me on read you socially awkward android.

Akechi: ...I'll be there in 20 minutes.

Akira: Good, we'll integrate some deep neural network training tonight to improve your social cues among other things ;)

Akechi: Just shut up before I change my mind.

They actually come in pretty handy. For example, I think this one conveys my overwhelming disgust really well:

There was a time when autocorrect was supposed to be our silent saviour—helping us spell “necessary” without mental gymnastics, swooping in to fix our clumsy thumbs, and making sure we didn’t accidentally text our boss about “ducking up the spreadsheet.” But somewhere along the line, autocorrect turned rogue. Mine, specifically, now appears to believe I’m a menace to society. It started…