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I barely have facebook.

Also why didn't you take a bus to wherever you're going?

because the last time i took the bus somewhere, people invaded my space and tried to play with my hair kept offering me this gross-smelling tea, and i'd rather not deal with that or anything like that again
anyway, you're missing the point?
if you weren't going to show up, you should have told me.
i wouldn't have been heartbroken
just way less pissed off

[ okay, there's one way to nip this in the bud. Quentin fires something back in Elvish: ]

Please look at the name of who you're talking to.

[ Misfire, buddy. ]

[ the thing is, on billy's end, nothing seems unusual. his screen still says that he's texting loki, but - well, if billy had to guess, he'd assume that loki speaks many languages, but he wouldn't have pegged elvish as one of them. that's... kind of weird.

billy sends a screenshot of his own screen to show that he knows who's speaking to (or so he assumes), and follows that up with: ]

since when do you know elvish?