[Phone/Fax Machine]-Early Morning

[shendude]

[Being an old man, of course Shen Fujin owns a fax machine. But being an old man who at least tries to keep up with the times, it is a fax machine, phone and answering machine combo. It would probably be state of the art back if anyone but old people used faxes. Heck, it even prints in colour.

Trying to get the thing to stop printing sheets of pink is the trouble. In frustration, he eventually yells into the phone section.]

Stop wasting all of my ink, damn you!

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RIGHT PLACE THIS TIME WELP /face in hands

[northless]

It's April Fools'? I hadn't noticed.

[No, really, he didn't.]

And I'm not sending you anything.

[shendude]

[There's a pause whilst Shen Fujin stares at his phone suspiciously. The printing stopped when he started talking so...]

...Then where is it coming from, and who are you?

[northless]

I don't know where it's coming from. And as for my name, it's Robb.

What about you?

[shendude]

They call me Old Man Shen. How did you get this number? I doubt you are in my business.

[northless]

No, I'm not in your business. I don't even know how I got this number.

[shendude]

Aiyaah. My time, wasted!

[Click! The phone goes down.

...Only for it to return with some Cantonese muttering.]

[northless]

...you're back?

[shendude]

I am not back. You're still here!?

[This is so frustrating.]

[northless]

[Hey, it isn't like he enjoys being yelled at by some old guy he barely knows either.]

Somehow.

[shendude]

I am starting to regret indulging my curiosity...

[That was said mostly to himself.]

[northless]

So am I. And you might want to go for something other than a fax machine, if you don't want it using up all your ink somehow.

[shendude]

...Hold on.

[Once again he disappears and comes back a little later.]

Hmm. Using my phone seems to work the same.