telepathy

[napstablook]

[ This telepathic message sidles into your brain like it's trying not to be noticed. ]

Hey... could someone... help me... build a thing...

... Or not... don't worry if you can't.

Anyway... thanks... if you do...

... Or if you don't.

Comments

[napstablook]

Well it... has to be able to move water through it and... keep predators out.

I don't... know how... to do any of that. The last things I looked after weren't... underwater...

[checkoutmyttk]

Sounds like something way out of my skill set, but if you can't find anyone who can help, I met this girl named Annabeth who probably could. She's a huge architecture nerd too so she'd probably love it.

[napstablook]

Okay... I'll... ask her... I don't really want to bother anyone but if she'd like it... I could try...

Thanks...

[checkoutmyttk]

[This guy...]

Hey, it's not hurting anyone to ask. Hope you figure it out.

[napstablook]

Me too... it'll be... well I mean... I'm ok at this.

[checkoutmyttk]

[He shouldn't ask, he should just let the conversation drop and move on. But—] Ok at what?

[napstablook]

At... looking after livestock... I mean... I've done it for a long time...

[checkoutmyttk]

...like a farmer? [Why is he doomed to be around farmers. This is Superman's fault, somehow.]

[napstablook]

Yeah... it was a family farm...

[checkoutmyttk]

oh hey that's cool... [It's actually really lame but he can't say that when this guy sounds so upset about everything.]

I'm sure you'll find someone to help you make your new farm here or whatever.

[napstablook]

Um... thanks...

[ It sounded unhappy, but then again, so did everything else, really. Eeyore syndrome. Not a problem. ]