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Somewhere in Arizona:
Zack is eating french fries and drinking coffee at a park picnic table.
Until a hand enters his vision, and slaps down a printout of a certain e-mail. He looks up.
"Wtf," Coyote says, with a very expressive look on her face.
Several confusion filled minutes later, Coyote is sitting at the table while Zach texts someone, fingers flying over the keys.
"I am so sorry," he says for the fifth time. "I wasn't even thinking, I was just clicking on names-"
"Fubar!" Coyote accuses, jabbing a finger in his direction.
"-and I didn't think she could actually do anything like that. I mean, yeah, she's been all into the Wiccan stuff lately-"
"N00bs," Coyote groans, putting her face in her hands.
"-and I know you're probably really mad-"
"Sfm!"
"-but I'd really appreciate it if you didn't smite her or anything, because uh. She's actually really nice and I kinda-"
"TMI."
"-right, okay." He gets a reply moments later. "Okay. She says that without any more intent behind it, it should totally wear off soon. Geez," he says, suddenly. "I wonder why this is why some people were absent the other day."
"Imma chargin mah-"
"And sorry! She says sorry. Uh. Is there anything else you wanted to tell her?" He looks up at her, still leaning back cautiously. Zach is perfectly willing to offer Coyote the phone in lieu of grinding his girlfriend friend to a paste.
Coyote swipes the phone, and stabs at the keyboard a few times before slapping it back into his hands, and standing up. Zach stares at her retreating back for a moment before glancing down at his phone's screen. In the SENT box, there is a new text message. It reads:
LRN 2 SPELL
Zack is eating french fries and drinking coffee at a park picnic table.
Until a hand enters his vision, and slaps down a printout of a certain e-mail. He looks up.
"Wtf," Coyote says, with a very expressive look on her face.
Several confusion filled minutes later, Coyote is sitting at the table while Zach texts someone, fingers flying over the keys.
"I am so sorry," he says for the fifth time. "I wasn't even thinking, I was just clicking on names-"
"Fubar!" Coyote accuses, jabbing a finger in his direction.
"-and I didn't think she could actually do anything like that. I mean, yeah, she's been all into the Wiccan stuff lately-"
"N00bs," Coyote groans, putting her face in her hands.
"-and I know you're probably really mad-"
"Sfm!"
"-but I'd really appreciate it if you didn't smite her or anything, because uh. She's actually really nice and I kinda-"
"TMI."
"-right, okay." He gets a reply moments later. "Okay. She says that without any more intent behind it, it should totally wear off soon. Geez," he says, suddenly. "I wonder why this is why some people were absent the other day."
"Imma chargin mah-"
"And sorry! She says sorry. Uh. Is there anything else you wanted to tell her?" He looks up at her, still leaning back cautiously. Zach is perfectly willing to offer Coyote the phone in lieu of grinding his girlfriend friend to a paste.
Coyote swipes the phone, and stabs at the keyboard a few times before slapping it back into his hands, and standing up. Zach stares at her retreating back for a moment before glancing down at his phone's screen. In the SENT box, there is a new text message. It reads:
LRN 2 SPELL