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[lalliho]

[He's closed himself off. He thought it might help -- slow your surroundings to a standstill, and maybe everything going on inside would learn to slow as well. When he got control over himself, he could control this stupid magic of his that was given to him. He thought he'd be happy, getting back the gifts he was born into, but even with them, the storm inside had been roaring enough to keep him up night after night.

Which meant he'd been even more cut off than he'd intended.]

I can't sleep. I need to. Tell me...what to do.

[Simple as that. Just help him rest, please...]

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[splinten]

Sorry, dude. Not sure what else to offer.

[Something about Lalli keeps catching his attention in a way that tugs on his divinity. But he doesn't know what.]

[lalliho]

[Um??? Don't look there, that's private.]

...I know.

[It's...unfortunate, but he's accepted it. Music was a bust.]

Can I still have it...? The songs.

[splinten]

Yeah, of course. It'll take me a day to get an mp3 player built, but then it's all yours. You can always add things to it too.

[lalliho]

You're...going to build the music thing...?

[witchcraft or craftsman... WITCHCRAFTSMAN]

[splinten]

Yeah. I don't have one, I've just been using my shades. [He taps them.] So I'll have to put together something for music. It shouldn't be a problem with the spare parts I've been gathering.

[lalliho]

[That makes very little sense to him, so he reaches up from his spot on the ground for...apparently he wants the glasses? Weirdo.]

[splinten]

[Dirk pauses and puts his hands over his glasses.]

I can't loan you these.

[Because he likes them. Because there are very few people he'd willingly give them to.]

[lalliho]

I don't want to borrow them, I just want to see them.

[But he'll grumpily drop his arm anyway. Ugh, this sucks. He's tired of everything.]

...What's a meme?

[splinten]

[Well. Seeing is okay. Dirk flips the shades over, which reveals a desktop background among other things.]

It's a phrase, image, behaviour, idea, or other element of culture that gets shared around at high speed by a group of people.

[lalliho]

[He reeeally wants to see with his hands, but...since he assaults people that get hands with him, maybe he should exercise some impulse control when it comes to someone else's boundaries? This involves interlocking his fingers, then hooking them under his feet. Better then outright sitting on them, clearly. And now he can focus on what the heck he's seeing...

...What is this nonsense.]

Okay? [He doesn't...really know if he understands.] That...sounds like an illness.

[splinten]

It basically is. Things are said to go 'viral' when they start spreading between rapidly.

[lalliho]

Oh. [Hidden under his feet, his hands clench.] That's terrible.

[Memes are awful and Lalli knows it even without suffering through them. Amazing.]