RP: Unexpected Returnings
Nagi paced around the fountain and assorted supplies, muttering to himself. He'd finally decided to take the risk of shutting down the computer long enough to reboot everything--and it had had absolutely no effect. The stupid little smiley face had reappeared just as soon as he'd turned the power back on, and had been stubbornly resistant to everything he'd tried to get RID of it.
"If I'd wanted a computer that SMILED at me, I would have gotten a MAC," he addressed the stupid thing irritably. "You are not supposed to have graphics. Especially interactive graphics! If I'd wanted graphics, I would have put them on you!"
The icon frowned. Then stuck its tongue out.
Nagi stopped dead. "Waitaminute...you understood that?" He waited for a response, and got nothing from the placidly smiling icon. He sighed, shook his head, and resumed pacing. "I'm going nuts, I just know I am..."
"If I'd wanted a computer that SMILED at me, I would have gotten a MAC," he addressed the stupid thing irritably. "You are not supposed to have graphics. Especially interactive graphics! If I'd wanted graphics, I would have put them on you!"
The icon frowned. Then stuck its tongue out.
Nagi stopped dead. "Waitaminute...you understood that?" He waited for a response, and got nothing from the placidly smiling icon. He sighed, shook his head, and resumed pacing. "I'm going nuts, I just know I am..."