Cal didn't talk back unless I made him so I stopped talking early on. Eventually I built things that could talk to me, but by then I'd gotten out of the habit. As long as I kept my fingers controlled, only me and my auto-responder would have to know every shitty, stupid thing that went through my head.

[He walks over to Dave. Crouching down beside him, he cants his head in an almost bird-like movement.]

Your beats are ill as fuck. My anime sensei alter ego doesn't know anything about the health of flow.