#interactions.exe

             ❝ ᴊᴀɴᴇ, janey jane jane, janey! you gotta see this, dude! ❞ he says, running to her with his laptop in hand, twin exclamation marks lighting up his mask, and on his computer screen he has a video open of a random concert he found. on the stage they’ve set up flamethrowers in front and rings of fire in the back, and the whole thing ends with an explosion of colorful fireworks. it’s pretty fucking glorious. ❝ what if you did some cool shit like this in your next show, huh? just imagine: fireworks, explosions, big booms... it'd be so fucking badass! i'll hook you up, do all the rigging, whatever you need, i got your back. ❞

              ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴀᴛᴇꜱ, but it doesn't matter, because it feels like they've known each other for ages. and that's one of the sappiest, most cliche things he's ever thought, something he never expected would bloom in his mind, but it's true. he feels a level of comfort with kazimir he can't say he's ever felt with anyone before, and he's scared, terrified, really, everything that's happening is so new and unexpected. but it's a good feeling. 

              expressing himself has always been a challenge, and the mask has eased that burden considerably, so he has something to say to kazimir but he uses the mask for it instead. he's nervously checked the programming a thousand times, and almost walked back on it at least half those times. it's a risk he's not exactly ready to take, but he's going to anyway--there's not much more left to lose at this point.