[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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[shiromadoushi]

[[Bakura is thinking that his notebook has somehow gained magical powers and or sentience and is trying to reprimand him for goofing off in class. He's debating if he might be dreaming, but his dreams are never this coherent.

...and as he's having a conversation with his non existent math notes, that says something about his dreams....]]

Up above you. Where else?

[[a pause. Oh hell, why not. He's arguing with a notebook, why not make this even more ridiculous than it already is?]]

I am the all knowing, the all seeing! None escape my all mighty eye!

[[Have a doodled Eye of Sauron looking menacingly at you now.

Also the floating head of the Wizard of Oz. Just because.]]

[shendude]

[For a brief moment, he actually considers it might be true.

But right now, he just does not believe in magic and he ain't no fool.

So he just draws in a quick, although not bad, Chinese dragon chomping on the head.]

Your tricks are unconvincing.

[shiromadoushi]

[[...okay, that was kinda cool. Time to change the head's smug expression to an over dramatic 'Oh noooooo!' with lots of panic lines.

...and make the Eye of Sauron laugh at it.]]

Convincing enough to make you panic.

[[So it was his victory. Nyeh. Time to doodle a mini him standing victoriously on top of the Chinese dragon's head.]]

[shendude]

To make me wonder who was spying on me.

[And he still is. He doesn't add to the doodles yet, just observing.]

Where did you get the number?

[shiromadoushi]

[[Number?]]

What number?

[[The fact that he had doodled the string of mystery numbers that had been on his mind all day in a looping pattern in the margins didn't even occur to him.]]

[shendude]

The phone number. Or fax number or...

[Well. He's hesitant to bring up his brain number.]

[shiromadoushi]

You're writing in my math notebook.

[shendude]

...That should be impossible.

[The 'should' is there for a reason.]

[shiromadoushi]

It should, shouldn't it? [[Have a small, far too happy smiley face at the end of that]]

[shendude]

...the distortion of reality is not an event to celebrate.

[shiromadoushi]

Why not?

[[have a cluster of question marks around that happy face now. And then the happy face has wings. Then a snake tail. And now he's drawing a monster behind it. Feel free to interrupt.]]

[shendude]

How old are you?

[He doesn't indulge in the games again yet.]

[shiromadoushi]

16

[shendude]

Then you do not know how terrifying it can be to see the world turn upside down.

[shiromadoushi]

No.

I know.