[ after a couple of minutes, he chances a quick, nano-second glance over to see who's decided to join the chill bench(tm). another couple minutes later, after some scribbling, Zelda will find a note and pen pushed towards her side:
you have entered THE CHILL ZONE pls enjoy yr stay (and the crowd goes wild!!) this memory thing sucks like if you agree
sure enough, although Zelda has no way of knowing this, inside a wonky rectangle Michael's drawn a rudimentary approximation of a thumbs-up with 'LIKE' in block caps next to it. he's also provided a helpful ticky box for true ease of 2010s internet simulation. does he know that this reference will probably go over Zelda's head? yes. has this stopped him? absolutely not!
underneath though, he's also scribbled: seriously tho how are you doing? ]
no subject
you have entered THE CHILL ZONE pls enjoy yr stay
(and the crowd goes wild!!)
this memory thing sucks like if you agree
sure enough, although Zelda has no way of knowing this, inside a wonky rectangle Michael's drawn a rudimentary approximation of a thumbs-up with 'LIKE' in block caps next to it. he's also provided a helpful ticky box for true ease of 2010s internet simulation. does he know that this reference will probably go over Zelda's head? yes. has this stopped him? absolutely not!
underneath though, he's also scribbled: seriously tho how are you doing? ]