Heya, Flynn! Flynn Scifo. Badass name. Totally fits the lead singer of some underground rock band.
[Unlike the poor lad, Newton takes to the messaging system like a fish's gills hitting water, efficiently as animated and as naturally chatty as he is in real life. There's a lot one could say about Newt, but nobody could deny he was an open book, a personality that is difficult to keep tamed. Poor Hermann. Poor Pentecost. They were tired (tm).]
I'm sure you'll get the hang of it in no time; I'm more than happy to talk you through whatever, until you know how it all works. [See! He's helpful!] I've just — wait, you heard that? Whoops. Uhh. Just... space allergies? What did you hear, exactly?
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[Unlike the poor lad, Newton takes to the messaging system like a fish's gills hitting water, efficiently as animated and as naturally chatty as he is in real life. There's a lot one could say about Newt, but nobody could deny he was an open book, a personality that is difficult to keep tamed. Poor Hermann. Poor Pentecost. They were tired (tm).]
I'm sure you'll get the hang of it in no time; I'm more than happy to talk you through whatever, until you know how it all works. [See! He's helpful!] I've just — wait, you heard that? Whoops. Uhh. Just... space allergies? What did you hear, exactly?