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I went in to work today, despite it being a day off. I wanted to make up for all the time I’d spent skipping work, and get some of the pay back. I used to work loads of overtime, and today was an unpleasant reminder of that.

It turns out that Jon also works overtime sometimes! It was just be and him in the archives today, which was lovely. He didn’t sit in his office, and instead came out and did his work next to me. I could barely concentrate the entire time. It was really nice to have him with me, even in silence, for so long. I’ve found that being in someone’s presence is enough sometimes. I don’t know what it’s enough for, but I know it’s enough.

The Captain came through the window again and came and sat on his lap. He was idly combing his fingers through her fur while he worked, and it was so sweet. I think he has a bit of a soft spot for cats. His face did that thing where it goes all relaxed and soft, and I think I could feel myself melting into my seat.

Halfway through the day, he handed me a slip of paper. It read “What do you want from the sandwich place down the road? I’m buying lunch for us both. No negotiation, no ‘you don’t have to do that’, just write it and I’ll get it for you.”

Initially I was confused about why he wasn’t speaking to me normally, but when I looked over to him, he was staring down at The Captain in his lap. His eyes were a little wider than usual, and he was fidgeting more than he usually did. I understood then. Sometimes it’s too much effort to speak, especially if it’s been silent for a while.

I scribbled down my usual order of the Korean BBQ sandwich, and topped it off with a little smiley face. I slid the note back over to him, and I had to take a moment to feel all fuzzy about the fact he was buying me lunch before I could look him in the eyes again. He wasn’t looking at me when I tried to catch his eye, but it was fine. I know sometimes that it’s all too much effort, and he was showing he cared in other ways.

He left without a word, note stuffed in his cardigan pocket. Half an hour later, he came back into the room and handed me a wrapped sandwich. I said my thank yous, skipping over the whole ‘you didn’t need to do that’ speech, before he slid down into the seat beside me again. The room instantly felt warmer, and brighter.

He began nibbling at his own sandwich as he carried on with his work, and I kicked back and properly took a break.

The Captain caught wind of the fact I had chicken, and immediately slinked over to try and steal some. I gently told her that kitties can’t have the sauce that’s all over the chicken, softly telling her ‘nope, this is my sandwich, and it’ll make your tummy hurt’ before I realised what I was doing. I looked back up to Jon, embarrassed, and he was smiling slightly like I’d done something hopelessly endearing, and I think my brain went blank.

Anyway, I’m back at home now. I tried cooking a new recipe, but it didn’t really go to plan, so I ended up ordering a takeaway instead in honour of that one Ask asking me about my ideal date. Oh, speaking of, it just arrived lol.

Goodnight everyone :)

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Heya Martin!! What's the weirdest thing in ur room (mine is the lack of normalness [too many stuffed animals that stare at you when I sleep, creepy paintings, and a closet with a secret door inside </3)

Also, what's ur favorite fast food place??

--clowniest clown you'll ever see--

My room is pretty plain, to be honest. I haven’t had the time nor money to really decorate it properly. I have a little shelf of trinkets, but that’s about it.

I have one trinket that’s a frog ring I found on the floor, so maybe that? It’s a silver band with a really tiny, realistic frog that is supposed to look like it’s sitting on your finger. I named him, but I forgot his name :(

I used to have a few stuffed animals when I was little. Mum bought them me from the charity shops to keep me quiet, and I still have them now. I can relate to the feeling of their little beady eyes watching you sleep, but I like to think they were protecting me.

My favourite fast food place is definitely my local pizza place! They have an amazing thin crust pizza, and the americano pizza they do is the best. I always order from there. It’s either that or my local Chinese takeaway. Their salt and pepper chips are the best I’ve ever tasted.

Thanks for the question!

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what would your ideal date be like?

Ooh, I like this question.

Would it be cheesy to say a night in at the house me and the hypothetical person have together? Order in our favourite foods, put on our favourite movie, and cuddle.

If I had to be more detailed I’d say I’d be sometime in Autumn. I’d be chilly, so we’d have to pile up loads of blankets and pillows on our sofa, and have warm, cozy drinks. We’d order in all our favourite foods in a weird meal that makes no sense but tastes amazing. Curry, pizza, salt and pepper chips, pastries and whatever else we’d like. We’d eat it all while lay in each other’s arms, probably in fluffy pyjamas and slippers or something. We’d stick a movie on, but we wouldn’t pay attention. We’d be too busy talking about nothing and everything.

Would it be reaching a bit if I included a cat in this ‘ideal date’? It’d be trying to eat some of our chicken or something, and we’d be in stitches trying to get it to stop. Then it’d pad over and join us in our blanket-nest. Hey, maybe it could be The Captain?

Maybe I’d share some sappy poetry I wrote about them, and they wouldn’t be all weirded out. They’d like it, and prompt me to read more out to them. They’d get that soft look on their face like they always do when I snap them out of work and bring them tea, and they’d do that content hum they do when they sip it. I’d love to stroke their hair, it looks really soft.

Eventually we’d both fall asleep like that, talking until our eyes fell shut by themselves.

Maybe I’m just hungry, lol. I better get started on tea. The best thing about living all by yourself is that you don’t have to spend so much on food, and you don’t have to cook as much, I guess!

It’s really cheesy, but you asked for it! You can’t ask someone like me about an ideal date and expect something that isn’t incredibly sappy. This poor, *completely hypothetical* person would be drowning in romantic gestures to the point where they’d cringe at the sight of me, lol. I doubt they’d be the kind of person to appreciate all that, but I can hope.

It’s actually sort of embarrassing. Well, whatever, I’ve already wrote it now, I might as well post it, right? Thanks for the question, Anonymous!

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Ooc, is this the Magnus Archives Universe and Martin doesn't know about t h e h o r r o r s yet or is it genuinely a no-fears universe where he's just chillin? Just curious <3

I’m getting a few messages that start with ‘ooc’ now! It must be because they come from a person doing a roleplay account. That’s cool, you guys are awesome!

Unfortunately, I have no idea what you’re on about. I’m assuming ‘Magnus Archives’ is supposed to be ‘Magnus’ archives’, referring to the archives I work in? In that case, how many times do I have to tell people the institute isn’t haunted! ‘Martin’ hasn’t experienced ‘the horrors’ because there’s no horrors to witness, guys! I’m fine!

I’m assuming you believe in different universes, then? You have a very unique way of phrasing questions, but I’ll try answer the best I can. This certainly isn’t a ‘no fears’ universe, because I’m definitely scared of stuff! I used to be scared of the dark as a kid, and sometimes it comes back to bite me. I’m scared of being alone, I’m scared of changed, I’m scared of needles, and I’m scared of anything that flies and goes ‘buzz’. Listing them all off, I’m scared of a lot of things. That isn’t even all of it!

So no, the institute isn’t haunted by ‘the horrors’, and ‘Martin’ is VERY aware people think it is. It’s not, though! Maybe in another universe, yes, but not this one.

It’s not a no-fears universe, but I think that would just be really dangerous? You’d get people doing some really silly things with no fear. Fear keeps you alive!

Thanks for the oddly phrased question, Anonymous!

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Rud3. :{ My tasty tr3ats ar3n’t r3m0t3ly r3sp0ns!bl3 f0r what’s wr0ng w!th m3 anyways. Th3 G0ds hav3 b33n try!ng t0 tak3 m3 0ut f0r y3ars, and th3y w0n’t succ33d n0w. >:}

I wouldn’t call them tasty, but what you consume is your choice, I guess?

I’m not sure which gods you’re referring to, but I hope they don’t succeed. I’m a bit concerned about how that implies near death experiences, but I’ll just sweep that under the rug for now.

Just refrain from eating inedible things, please? It’s really not good for your digestive system. I used to eat sand when I was a baby, apparently. Definitely wasn’t good for me at all, and I’m pretty sure drywall is no better.

I think there’s lots of alternatives out there, like edible foam or whatever. Maybe try that? As for highlighter drinking, maybe try a cocktail or something.

Don’t poison yourself :’)

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Martin, your workplace seems so interesting! If it's ok to ask, what actually does the Magnus Institute do? You mentioned money laundering. Is this legal? Are you ok?

Also, tell Jon, "I love you," for me. He's a distant relative of mine. Oh, and don't stress if you say "I love you" to him and forget to mention that it's me. All of our bosses like to be appreciated sometimes ;)

-An old friend of Jon's. (Don't worry about it, I know him I promise.)

The Magnus Institute organises spooky stories and follows up on people’s statements about what they’ve witnessed. Usually it involves telling someone close to them what they’ve told us so they can decide if they need some support with that. Of course the supernatural isn’t real, and if they’re seeing stuff it usually means they do need some kind of support.

Anyway, we file them all down in the archive for whatever reason. We’re the ones who do some follow-up, and put them in their correct place. It makes me wonder what the research department is doing, if we’re doing all the researching. Well, what do I know: I haven’t had an archive job before.

I’m pretty sure it’s a front for some kind of sketchy thing, most likely money laundering, but it’s definitely elaborate if it’s that. We don’t get money from anyone else though. The statement givers give statements for free, so I don’t think it could be money laundering, thinking about it. Not that I know anything about that.

I’m pretty sure we’re safe? We can quit at any time, there’s no workplace hazards that are putting us in immediate danger, and I’m not involved in any of the sketchy stuff. We also get paid decently too! If I didn’t have to pay for my mums care, I could 100% afford a way better flat, and that’s in London. We’re all quite comfortable!

I’m at work right now, so I’ll go tell him that a distant relative said they love him.

He’s freaking out a bit. Are you one of those relatives that changed his nappy when he was 2 months old, and he’s never seen since or something? He’s trying to mentally go through his family tree right now, but I’m pretty sure he doesn’t have any distant relatives that know him.

Are you sure you know him? Maybe you’re thinking of a different Jon?

Anyway, I don’t think showing your boss appreciation is saying ‘I love you’. That’s something completely out of the left field. I could say literally anything else to him. Also, why the winky face?? Are you one of those people trying to set us up? I’m not telling Jon I love him.

Never mind. I hope you find the right Jon regardless.

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QUICK name 10 fandom facts about yourself GO

Uh oh, I’m terrible at facts.

.I know a bit of Polish

.I don’t have a favourite colour

.My favourite cake is a Cherry Bakewell

.I’m horrific at keeping plants

.I’m a surprisingly good cook

.I hate Oolong tea

.I have an ear piercing, but it’s been empty for a while

.I mostly shop at charity shops

.My favourite meal is americano pizza with bbq sauce. The pizza place that I order from puts onions, peppers, pineapple, chicken, bacon, mushrooms, sweet corn, and sausage on it, then I request the bbq sauce instead of tomato.

.I tried to do water colouring at one point, and I didn’t really do very well. I use them now to add some colour to the pages I write my poetry up on.

There you go! Thanks for the question ^^

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How are you? Like how are you really?

Good morning!

Umm, I think I’m doing alright? I’m better than I’ve ever been, but I’m not great.

My ‘best I’ve ever been’ is someone else’s ’going through a bit of a rough patch’, I suppose? I need some way of unpacking my childhood eventually, but that can come later when I have a solid support system and possibly therapy.

I don’t really want to share too many personal details on here. I’m lonely, that’s a fact I’ve lived with my whole life, but it’s definitely getting better. Things are starting to look up, but there’s still so much to deal with.

Can dark times in your life that you’ve recovered from leave a lasting impact? The pandemic really wasn’t fun for me, and back then I only really had people I smiled at when I worked in the library. I wasn’t important enough to anyone to be in their bubble, so I was all by myself for a while. Properly alone. When I’ve been alone before, I might not have anyone close to me, but I have people who I say ‘good morning’ to me in the corridors. Working in the library isn’t exactly key-worker material, so I didn’t have that anymore. It placed me in a really bad place that I don’t want to expand upon, but I feel like the effects of that still linger. Sometimes when I’m in bed too long, feeling too exhausted to get up, I need to check that I actually can get up and it’s regular old exhaustion and I won’t be stuck there for days on end.

I don’t know. I think I’m doing okay? I’m way better than I have been, but there’s still some stuff. Calling my mum isn’t nice, and I still mourn the fact I didn’t get a childhood. I have ways that help that, but I’d rather not share them here.

Overall, better than I ever have been, but it’s an abysmally low bar :’)

Thanks for the question though!

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do you think you'll ever post some of your poetry on this blog? I understand that it can be kind of a personal and private thing so it's alright if not, but I'd very much like to see some of your work and I'm sure others would too!!

Yeah, maybe!

I might post some of the more impersonal stuff, but definitely I’ll post some of it one day regardless! It’s aggressively mediocre, bordering on painful to read, but if you want to see it I can 100% post some!

I would post some here right now, but unfortunately my notebook is in the living room and I’m bordering on falling asleep. It’s way too late at night, and my eyes are closing by themselves. It’s 11:30pm here by the way, because I need to remember people don’t automatically know lol.

I’m so glad you want to read it though! If I think about it, sharing my poetry here is like sharing a little piece of me. Maybe that’s got poetry potential?

Sorry for the short answer, I’m really tired. Thanks for the question regardless!

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Is it weird to write poetry about real people?

It’s not a breach of privacy or anything, right? I’ve been doing it for a while, but today I feel a little more insecure about it.

So, I was being a bit of a sap today. I’m not telling you who I was writing about, but just imagine this:

Me, sat on the sofa, notebook in hand. I have the stupidest smile on my face that could kill a hamster with how stupid it looks, and I have the end of my pen between my teeth. I’m writing sappy love poems about how this person reminds me of the colour green ( that poll I did a small while ago ) and the way I’d love to cook them warm meals and tuck them into bed.

It’s awful. And to make it worse, I have a song they said they liked one time playing in the background.

It’s all so sickeningly sappy. I’ve always been a bit of a romantic, but this is taking the mick.

I’m used to pining, I’m way too used to pining, but this is just getting silly. We’re straying way too far from pining territory and are entering yearning territory.

You see, I’m barely friends with this person, and I even liked them when they were a massive prick to me! How pathetic is that??

Anyway, that’s what I spent most of my day doing. Pining and writing poetry like a teenager with a crush. I am deeply ashamed. I had like, the whole ‘butterflies in your tummy’ thing too. 0/10, never again, I want to crawl into a hole and never come out.

The poetry I wrote is going shamefully into my notebook, never to be read again.

I have way too much experience with unrequited feelings, and I knew the next course of action was TV and sulking. I had a bit of a lazy day today, and watched movies the whole time.

It’s not even sad that they don’t like me, it’s embarrassing, because I’m acting like such a sap over someone who only just started to tolerate me. No, Martin, you can’t feed them citrus fruits and jams, they wanted you to be chopped to pieces a few months ago.

Sometimes I really bloody hate being like this, sighing and blushing over someone. It’s mortifying, and it makes me want to crawl into my own shoe when I think about it.

It’s not like I want it to go away, I just wish I dealt with it better than a teen. What do proper adults do with crushes, because they definitely don’t act like this.

Maybe I should just wait it out.

Anyway, I talked more in the group chat today. Sasha was showing off some new clothes she bought, and Tim was encouraging her. Their friendship is really lovely. I’m really happy for them, and they seem really close. They’re always together, always smiling, and they get each other’s sense of humour perfectly.

Sorry, this is just rambling at this point. I’m in a bit of a state. I think I’m just lonely? Lonely, crushing on someone I can’t have, and getting a bit envious over how my co-workers good friends with each other. I need a cold shower and a nap.

Someone snap me out of this, I’m in a super weird mood. I don’t want to be all sappy and yearning, but I can’t help it. It’s so embarrassing, you have no idea.

Goodnight guys :’)

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Hiya again Martin!! I didn't die from yknow...too much caffeine (lol, you wish/nsrs).

How do you say ur name?? Is it like Mahtin or Martin???? Like do you want ppl to say it Britishly (Britishly?? wth clown wtf is Britishly)?? OR do you like jst not care

--a tired clown--

Hi again!

I don’t wish you’d die from too much caffeine at all :(

I say my name the way it’s pronounced normally, with no silent letters or anything.

I know some people in America say it like ‘Mardin’ or ‘marTin’. It’s just the way its pronounced in England, I guess? But we have so many accents, which makes that statement way too broad. Its sort of like ‘mar-tin’, but the ‘r’ is sort of pronounced like ‘aww’, so it ends up sounding like ‘mahtin’ to people who aren’t used to British accents.

Anyway, I don’t really mind as long as you don’t call me ‘Dave’ or something. Just say my name how you say it! I’ve always imagined my name being how I say it, because it’s *my* name, and that’s the way I pronounce it, but it doesn’t matter too much to me. That’s just how I imagine it in my head.

It’s like when you think of your name, you probably think of the way you say it, but you don’t kick up a fuss if someone says it differently. If someone says it differently, it’s not wrong, it’s just not how I’m used to hearing my name, you know?

Basically pronounce it however you want, but if I had to give an answer I’d say how I pronounce it, because that’s just what I’m used to hearing and how I say my name in my head.

I hope that doesn’t come across like I think people are saying my name wrong when they say it differently to me, because they 1000% aren’t. I’m just trying to explain how to pronounce it based on how I pronounce it, because that’s my normal and how it’s pronounced to me. Does that make sense?

I can’t exactly show you how I pronounce it, so just look up how to say Martin in a London accent. I don’t have a London accent, I don’t really know what mine is, but that’s where I live and how I hear it pronounced the most often. Again, there’s no right or wrong answer, this is just how I imagine it in my head. I’d hate to tell anyone their way of saying it is wrong :(

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is there anything in particular that you like to do for exercise? like going for a run or going to the gym or something?

Oh, yeesh.

I tried going to the gym once, and I hated it. I was sweaty, smelly, self-conscious, overwhelmed, and my muscles ached for days after. I’m pretty sure I looked incredibly silly, and I stunk the whole train ride home. Never again.

I like to go on walks? It’s not exactly lifting weights, but it’s something. I’d love to go to the Peak District someday. I’d stay for a weekend or more, bring a friend, and we’d go walking every day. I’ve planned it all out in my head.

I probably don’t exercise as much as I should, but it’s fine. I don’t like exercise anyway, I only like really mild stuff. I don’t like being hot and sweaty, it makes me all tetchy and overwhelmed. As you can imagine, this heatwave is killing me. The UK is quite literally burning right now, and I can barely sleep. It’s sort of funny, actually. I’m currently lay in on my bed, boiling alive, groaning any time my fan turns away from me.

I tried to do football when I was little to try and make friends, but I was abysmal at it, and just ended up being picked on more than I already was. That sort of ruined sport for me. I think I was mostly discouraged by the fact that mum only really approved of me doing stuff that every other boy my age was doing, and detested that I wanted to learn to knit and write books. I had to do some kind of sport so she didn’t squeal like a kettle when I did anything ‘unmanly’. I don’t really get the logic, to be fair. Apparently it was sinful, lol. Anyway, that’s also another reason sport in general sucks for me.

Thanks for the question!!

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Wh3n !’m sad, ! 3at drywall. :}}

When I’m sad, I eat cake.

See how one makes you feel better, tastes nice, and is edible? Notice how the other is inedible, probably clogs your throat, and tastes like cardboard?

Don’t eat drywall. Don’t drink highlighters. Just don’t, please?

This feels a bit like that epidemic of people coming to you with their issues out of the blue that happened in the pandemic. I was never involved, I barely left my bed lol, but I heard about it. People would go to you with an ‘I just argued with my friend…’ you’d give them advice, and they’d completely disregard it with a ‘nooo not responsibility haha you can’t make me :33’. It’s not just a pandemic thing, but there was definitely an influx of people doing it.

You know it’s bad to eat drywall, so just don’t. Please?? And don’t come to me about it, I’m not qualified.

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W3 all hav3 pr!s0ns, Br3w3r 0f L3av3s. Phys!cal 0n3s ar3 s!mply th3 3as!3st t0 3scap3. Y0urs, h0w3v3r••• w3ll, ! c3rta!nly d0n’t 3nvy y0u. That sa!d, y0u hav3 n0th!ng t0 f3ar. :}} Kn0w!ng !s th3 Watcher’s bu!sn3ss. ! am s!mply••• unluck!ly lucky.

I’m not in a prison? It you’re talking about my horrific flat, then sure, but I’m not in any others. Maybe The Archives? But they’re really not that bad! If you get past the spook factor, it’s a relatively easy job. It’s not exactly a prison.

I have no idea who ‘The Watcher’ is, and you’re talking about them like I know them. Are they like, some kind of detective? Either way, they aren’t getting into my business.

‘Unluckily lucky’ is just called being unlucky, I think. But unlucky about what? Knowing about what you know about me? Why would that be unlucky, and why do you know it in the first place, since that’s basically confirmation! I don’t want a creepy person, who I apparently work with, to know my secrets and most vulnerable bits. That sucks. I guess I’m glad I have ‘nothing to fear’, as that probably means you aren’t going to do anything with the information, but still.

That’s it, I’m cracking open the emergency chocolate.

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I didn’t know that, actually! Well, I suppose that’s how you make s’mores, if you add chocolate, so it’s bound to taste nice.

I think there’s a more pressing matter here, though? I’m gonna convert those measurements real quick.

600ml-852ml?! 400ml is what’s safe for most adults! You’re as bad as Jon, honestly.

Look after your body! Caffeine is addictive, and quite bad for you! I suppose I can’t say anything, because I drink a lot of tea, but not that much! I just googled it, and one cup of tea has less than 100ml depending on the type.

How do you even manage to consume that much? Energy drinks?

Look after yourself :(

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Y0ur att3mpts t0 unrav3l m3 ar3 qu!t3 p3rs!st3nt, Br3w3r. !t !s n0 w0nd3r J0nah want3d y0u f0r h!s 0wn.

! w0uld n0t b0th3r mys3lf w0rry!ng 0v3r l3gal!t!3s. M3r3 w0rds hav3 n3v3r b0und any0n3 !mp0rtant f0r l0ng. And th3 mult!-c0l0r3d 0n3s w3r3 w0rth !t anyway. :}

Who’s Jonah? Oh, wait, that’s the institute founder, right? I’m pretty sure he didn’t want me here, because he’s dead, but oh well. If he did want me here, he has terrible taste in employees.

Mere words might not bind you, sure, you a jail cell probably could. Please don’t be creepy. Also, if that comment about reconciliation objects was about me, then don’t stalk me either.

The multi-coloured highlighters were pretty cool, yes, but please make sure he gets the same ones back: he was very proud of his cool highlighters. I’m pretty sure he tucked them into bed at night or something, because he treated them like his children.

Was that comment about me, or just people in general? And if it was about me, and you know for reasons other than peeking through my windows, then how do you know? It’s not something I’d really like to make public.

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Y0u ar3 n0t l0n3ly b3caus3 y0u ar3 l0n3ly, Br3w3r 0f L3av3s, but v3ry w3ll. ! shall mak3 an att3mpt at “c!v!l!ty” f0r y0ur sak3. :} B!rds 0nc3 0f a f3ath3r must fl0ck t0g3th3r, aft3r all.

What d0 p30pl3 valu3 !n t3rms 0f r3c0nc!l!at!0n? 0bj3cts? Y0u d0 t3nd t0 cl!ng t0 th3m rath3r !nc3ss3ntlyººº

V3ry w3ll. Wh3n th3 Hunt3r of Cl0wns r3turns t0 th3 arch!v3s, h3 shall 3nc0unt3r r3plac3m3nt h!ghl!ght3rs f0r th3 0n3s ! drank wh!l3 h3 wasn’t l00king. !s th!s g00d?

I have no idea what you mean by “birds once of a feather must flock together”, because I’m pretty sure we’ve never shared feathers ever, but whatever. Oh, does that mean we used to know each other? I haven’t really known many people, so that really narrows it down.

Thanks for the attempt at civility. I’m not even acknowledging the whole ‘lonely’ thing, though. I don’t know why you don’t just call me Martin. I’m not lonely anymore. I guess you not threatening me anymore is a big improvement, so I should be thankful.

I’m not sure who ‘The Hunter Of Clowns’ is, but Tim recently had a load of highlighters go missing. He was really annoyed, since he had cool ones that did two colours at once. Also, please don’t drink highlighters. It’s definitely not good for you at all.

And, what do you mean about the whole ‘reconciliation objects’ thing? By ‘you’, are you talking about me or people? Because if you’re talking about me, that’s incredibly private stuff and I have no idea how you know any of it. It’s incredibly unnerving that you’d even know that, because that would mean you look through my windows. Also, they were barely reconciliation objects, just stuff she found in the charity shop to give me so I wouldn’t go cry to the teachers at school. I’m already telling you too much, but at least if that was aimed at me, you were partly wrong.

Anyway, yeah, that’s good. Give whoever that is their highlighters back, stealing is illegal. Why are so many crimes being committed in my inbox? What if I get called to court?