#unitxindus

"So," Pegasus sighed, "you’re completely sure you wish for me to do this?" His voice dipped at the end. It wasn’t exactly a question — more a statement. One that stems from a faint disbelief, a sense of insecurity.

Normally he’d relish this kind of an opportunity. He wondered what had gotten him so self-conscious lately! This uh, this wasn’t like him.

"Y-yes, go-go-go ahead, Mister. P-Pegasus," Indus replied. Pegasus huffed a little. There was always something a little funny about being called a ‘mister’. But he didn’t have the heart to tell him so he gave a half-frown and a shrug. Besides, it was kind of sweet. Endearing, even. 

"Alright, alright," was the response. Pegasus squinted a little, cocked his head. "But please do not be offended if it doesn’t quite, uh, if it doesn’t…work, Indus."

Well, here we go..

He didn’t actually listen to whatever his friend said next, because he was much too busy dragging his pen across the paper. Uh..line here, another there — no! Not there. Over this way a little. Aw shit.

He bit his lip. Held the picture away, an arm’s length. Rotated it left, right, 180º, 90. Stared at the image. Looked back at Indus.

Frowned a little. Frowned a lot. 

Laughed a lot, too, soon enough. Oh dear.

"Maybe it needs some colour, hey?"

"I-I-I-I-t means th-th-they’re having a-a lot of feelings I-I-I-I think," Indus pointed to the small grey tag at the bottom of the text post. The entire post read:

‘OMG SO DEAD RIGHT NOW, DELENA KISS!!!1!’

As if that wasn’t a give away to how excited the person writing this was, they’d decided to continue their blurb in the tags.

‘#OTP TO END ALL OTPS, #DELENA, #MY BODY WAS NOT READY #I’M DYING #SEND HELP #CAN’T WITH FEELS’

These people sounded annoying and obnoxious. They didn’t even know how to form proper grammatical sentences and yet Lyra had seen three posts already berating another blogger about the difference between ‘they’re’ and ‘their’. Why was Indus showing her this nonsense? It had zero relevance to either of their lives.

"B-B-B-B-Bismarck showed it to me," Indus looked up at Lyra, obviously pleased with himself that he’d been the one to show Lyra this atrocity. Her face remained impassive, but at least she knew now where this ‘tumblring’ disease had originated.

"S-See, thi-this is Bismarck here," he pointed to a link reading ‘gee-whiz-mark-2941’ a ridiculous name almost as bad as her ‘Lilah’.

"A-a-a-and this one, this i-i-s Peter" he points to a second url. It was completely obvious to Lyra that this was Peter, he was one of two people who was following this tumblr blog Indus had made for her. If it weren’t for Indus none of them would have known Lyra had even gotten herself one of these ridiculous blogs. So it had to be either Bismarck or Peter, and she’d assumed the AI wouldn’t have gone with the url with the puns.