[ Flipping through the network passes the time, but it's only so often Philip actually thinks he has a reply worth contributing, and is in the mood to share it. With that poor guy though? The least he can do is give him a polite cough and tell him that he's DANIEL.
That polite cough gets stuck in Philip's throat like a rock, and his finger is already itching to turn the transmission off right this second. Sure, his hopes have long shriveled and died, but it's one thing to know what he's supposed to expect, and another to face that blank look devoid of recognition and force yourself to go through the pain of something as supposedly simple as introducing yourself by name.
Once Philip blinks and realises that his thoughts have been drifting, Daniel is already further ahead with his, er, performance than he was when Philip accidentally tuned in.
And finally he loudly clears his throat. ]
You should probably turn that off, or, erm, put a pillow on it or something.
moving painting on wall which suddenly starts speaking;
That polite cough gets stuck in Philip's throat like a rock, and his finger is already itching to turn the transmission off right this second. Sure, his hopes have long shriveled and died, but it's one thing to know what he's supposed to expect, and another to face that blank look devoid of recognition and force yourself to go through the pain of something as supposedly simple as introducing yourself by name.
Once Philip blinks and realises that his thoughts have been drifting, Daniel is already further ahead with his, er, performance than he was when Philip accidentally tuned in.
And finally he loudly clears his throat. ]
You should probably turn that off, or, erm, put a pillow on it or something.