This is what I get for rewatching an old show...

[puttingonmyface]

Don't want a new muse, you say? Come now, you didn't really think you could stop me, did you? How funny. You only started thinking about my show again three hours ago, and already I have my very own journal.

Two of them, in fact. How I love when you're indecisive. I have to admit, I think you made the right decision.

But only 15 icons? My, my, we'll have to do something about that, now won't we?

WHAT DO YOU MEAN, NO?!

Well, no matter. Another time, then.

Now do tell me why you wouldn't let me subscribe to this community. It would have flooded your inbox so beautifully...

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[lostinthelight]

Oh goody, another batshit insane...something.

[Like Maya's one to talk. She's also trying to ignore her mun's squealing.]

[puttingonmyface]

"Something" works, I suppose, but I prefer "virus."

[I love how she apparently has no issue with "batshit insane"...]

[lostinthelight]

What, like a computer virus?

[Quick, this one.]

So why do you look like a creepy dominatrix?

[And Hex shouldn't, it's a good thing to be! Maya herself likes being classified as crazy. It lets her get away with more mischief that way.]

[puttingonmyface]

Is there any other kind?

[Way to make it painfully obvious that you live in a computer, Hex.]

Oh, no particular reason.

[She waves a hand in front of her face and comes out of it looking a bit sad.]

Do you not like it? I like dressing this way.

[lostinthelight]

[Cue the raised eyebrow.]

Yeeeah, like cold viruses, flu viruses...I wonder if the Darkness can be considered a virus.

[She'll have to mull that one over later.]

Naw, it's good.

[And it is. She's seen weirder, actually. But.]

So what're you called? I'm Maya.

[puttingonmyface]

I didn't know any viruses were especially cold, or that they could fly. How interesting.

[I guess she heard that as "flew." Nevermind that that makes no sense.]

My name is Hexadecimal.

[lostinthelight]

No, the viruses cause sicknesses like colds. It's where you start feeling really bad and run a fever, end up with a stuffy nose, stuff like that.

[She's explaining human viruses to a computer virus. This is a first. The flying thing makes her want to laugh, but that might be a bad idea here. So she doesn't. Instead she just grins a little.]

Nice to meet you.

[And it is, weirdly enough. Maya needs more friends that are a bit 'off', despite what her mun thinks.]

So what's it like where you're from?

[Because all a computer is to Maya is an expensive box with breakable little bits inside.]