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[Private Message: Veritas Ratio, Aventurine]
Aventurine: [Image: A blurry photo of a gold-plated trash can in Penacony]
Aventurine: doc
Aventurine: doctor
Aventurine: veritas
Aventurine: ratiiiiooooooo
Aventurine: look what i found. it reminds me of your personality. expensive but ultimately full of garbage.
Aventurine: 🎰
Aventurine: are you ignoring me?
Aventurine: i know you’re there. i can see the ‘typing...’ bubble popping up and disappearing.
Aventurine: don’t be shy!
Veritas Ratio: It is 3:00 AM on the Astral Express clock.
Veritas Ratio: I was attempting to read a dissertation on Synesthesia Beacons until my pocket began vibrating with the frequency of a dying insect.
Veritas Ratio: That "image" you sent is a visual assault. The composition is non-existent, the lighting is amateur, and the subject matter is beneath contempt.
Aventurine: so you liked it? ;)
Aventurine: i’m bored, doctor. penacony is too quiet tonight. even the crocodiles in the Dreamscape are sleeping.
Aventurine: talk to me. tell me something smart so i can fall asleep.
Veritas Ratio: If you require a lullaby, I suggest hitting your head against a wall until the blunt force trauma induces unconsciousness. It would be a more productive use of your time than bothering me.
Aventurine: ouch.
Aventurine: 😭
Aventurine: what if i told you i have a "question" about a certain... mathematical probability?
Veritas Ratio: ...
Veritas Ratio: You have thirty seconds to state your inquiry before I block this frequency.
Aventurine: what are the odds of a grumpy scholar actually admitting he missed his favorite gambler?
Veritas Ratio: Zero.
Veritas Ratio: Zero points.
Veritas Ratio: Get out.
Aventurine: see you tomorrow for lunch then! my treat~
Veritas Ratio: I am blocking you.
(System: Veritas Ratio has muted notifications for this chat.)
Aventurine: (He’s totally coming to lunch.)