[026: Text]

[shortsghtedlove]

warden Miss Tyler, when am i alowed to laeve? I wish to rest

and give me my filters bcak. i was asked to wrte to you, but I will not do so n public.

[And then he sees the typos, stares balefully at his wrists and just presses send. If she can’t read it because of them, he'll need a new warden anyway.]

Comments

[Private] [Request was made off-network, but done]

[love_dont_roam]

They using that many drugs or's it just hurt to type?

[Private]

[shortsghtedlove]

hurts. not corecting.

[Private]

[love_dont_roam]

You can use the audio or video function if that'll make things easier. Don't want you to hurt yourself.

[Private]

[shortsghtedlove]

no. i will not tlk to yo right now

[deepdowndark]

A hypocritical Time Lord as ever.

That's all I get from this.

Audio, because he has enough of killing his wrists

[shortsghtedlove]

What's hypocritical? I lost my temper and I later apologized. Unlike you. And you don't really want to compare what I did to cutting his tongue out, do you?

Re: Audio,

[deepdowndark]

Except mine had a political purpose. Yours was just dragging the personal into the political, and at least I had some greater aim than being a restrictive bastard.

Audio

[shortsghtedlove]

Politics had little to do with it, although a Coordinator of the CIA really shouldn't be intimately involved with an alien.