DAY 7 (DAY) - ALFENDI & GUY

[selfdenying]

[It isn't a good day for Alfendi. Then again, in this place, it's never a good day. At least it's peaceful and devoid of real life body parts (glass eye not counting, of course), but still, what with still being sick from the fountain water, and being stuck in a personality ever so ready to fight the world, things aren't going as well as Alfendi would've liked.]

[He's just sitting here in the cafeteria after a recent bout of vomiting, too sick to even consider even eating - currently he's just writing up a storm in his notebook, grumbling as he's jotting down lines of code. When he sees Guy enter he glowers at him through his mess of hair:]

What do you want? If you don't have anything to say, get lost.

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[selfdenying]

I've talked to people as much as I can...well, whenever I'm not blacking out like some sick person. But it seems the other guy is a talker too, who would've thought?

[All the notes he made seems to point to a talker...or maybe a stalker.]

Him? [He lets out a short laugh.] Beats me! Why, you wanna talk to him? I don't think he just pops out via request. Even I can't predict when we switch.

[mansplains]

I guess you have more in common than you thought.[Definitely stalker.]

Well, more like I'd just like to get it. It isn't weird to you that there are two of you in one body? Can you communicate?

[therapists don't exist in Abyss, is this a surprise to anyone]

[selfdenying]

Ugh. Don't say that to me again. I want nothing in common with him.

[He lets out another short, bitter laugh at that question, shaking his head.]

It's more than weird. It's annoying. And no, we can't, besides using this notebook to help. It's like we have our own little apartments up in my own noggin. We can never experience the same thing.