[Whitechapel comment!fic] - Auto-correct
Auto-correct.
Thread started - Friday 31 May - 20:17pm
Chandler: Kent, I know it's end of shift, but do you remember seeing the Glint case file anywhere in the office? - Chandler (Sent)
Kent:Sorry for the late reply, Sir, was out doing errands. Is that the one from 2009? - Kent (Sent)
Chandler:Correct. The one that was originally on Mansell's desk. It wasn't there when I left.(Sent)
Kent:Yes, I've got it, Sir. Was just running through the location-mapping before end of shift. (Sent)
ChandlerThank you, Kent. Have a nice weekend. (Sent)
Kent:You twat, Sir. (Sent)
Kent:Oh my God, I'm so sorry, I meant you TOO, Sir! This autocorrect thing is a real pain. (Sent)
Chandler:Hahaha, I thought so. Don't worry it's happened to me before. (Sent)
Kent:Really sorry again, Sir. I'm so embarrassed. (Sent).
Chandler:Really, it's alright, Kent. Although I'd never imagine you to be the type who'd swear, even on the phone. (Sent)
Kent:One of my housemates used my phone to actually argue with his girlfriend, Sir - if you can believe that. I think it's stored in the memory forever now. (Sent)
Chandler:We'll need to figure out how to turn off this autocorrect thing, then, in case it pops up in future texts. (Sent)
Kent:You've texted a swearword before, Sir? (Sent)
Chandler:You mean, like, excuse me, Kent - "twat"? (Sent)
Kent:Yes, like that. Actually I can't believe you've just "twatted" me back, Sir. (Sent)
Chandler:Twats are usually not my department, that much I know, Kent. (Sent)
Kent:Well, this has been a very interesting conversation, Sir. Good night. (Sent)
Chandler:Same here. Good night, Kent. (Sent)
Thread started - Saturday 01 June - 14:05pm
Chandler:I suppose your date went well last night, Kent? Congratulations - Chandler (Sent)
Kent:Excuse me, Sir? I have no idea what you're talking about. (Sent)
Chandler:Walked past your building. Saw you showing a lady the door. (Sent)
Kent:That was one of my fuckmate's one-night-stand, Sir. He couldn't even get up. I just felt sorry noone's showing her out. (Sent)
Kent:Sir, I cannot believe that happened again. I obviously meant FLATmate. I can't turn off this auto-correct thing. (Sent)
Chandler:Don't worry, that was very funny, actually. (Sent)
Chandler:So, who is this "fuckmate" of yours? (Sent)
Kent:Sir? You must be joking. No, I don't have one of those. (Sent)
Chandler:Would you be interested in one? Just curious. (Sent)
Kent:Pardon me for asking, Sir, but are you fucking with me? (Sent)
Kent:I meant FLIRTING, oh my God, shit, sorry Sir, this auto-correct is driving me bonkers! (Sent)
Chandler:Actually, Kent, the auto-correct thing seem to be driving our conversations into interesting directions. (Sent)
Chandler:And to answer your question, maybe I am. And I wouldn't mind turning it into the latter, either. (Sent)
Thread started - Saturday 01 June - 18:38pm
Kent:Sorry for not messaging you back, Sir. My flatmate was chucking his guts and I had to get the whole place sterilised. I was thinking about our controversy earlier. -Kent (Sent)
Kent:Oh, fuck, CONVERSATION! (Sent)
Kent:Sorry again, Sir. (Sent)
Thread started - Saturday 01 June - 19:45pm
Chandler:Kent, I've just got to your message. Is that a proposition? (Sent)
Kent:Sir, no offence, but you are still my boss, I just don't want to put you in an uncomfortable position. (Sent)
Chandler:I wouldn't mind you putting me in any position you like, Kent. (Sent)
Kent:That was a real turn-on, Sir. (Sent)
Kent:TURNAROUND! Shit, fuck this auto-correct! (Sent)
Chandler:I honestly would rather you fuck something else than the auto-correct. (Sent)
Kent:Sir, I must say you're quite an amazing flirt. (Sent)
Chandler:Really? Thank you, Kent. I'm quite a beginner at it, actually. Or maybe I'm only good at texts.(Sent)
Kent:I'll be the judge of that, Sir.
Chandler:So, have you got anything on tonight? (Sent)
Kent:You know what, Sir, actually yes. (Sent)
Chandler:Oh, really? You're going out with your flatmates again, are you? (Sent)
Kent:No, actually, Sir. It involves you having not much on. (Sent)
Chandler:Drink? (Sent)
Kent:God, yes. 8 o'clock at the pub down the road? (Sent)
Chandler:See you there, Kent. (Sent)
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Thread started - Friday 31 May - 20:17pm
Chandler: Kent, I know it's end of shift, but do you remember seeing the Glint case file anywhere in the office? - Chandler (Sent)
Kent:Sorry for the late reply, Sir, was out doing errands. Is that the one from 2009? - Kent (Sent)
Chandler:Correct. The one that was originally on Mansell's desk. It wasn't there when I left.(Sent)
Kent:Yes, I've got it, Sir. Was just running through the location-mapping before end of shift. (Sent)
ChandlerThank you, Kent. Have a nice weekend. (Sent)
Kent:You twat, Sir. (Sent)
Kent:Oh my God, I'm so sorry, I meant you TOO, Sir! This autocorrect thing is a real pain. (Sent)
Chandler:Hahaha, I thought so. Don't worry it's happened to me before. (Sent)
Kent:Really sorry again, Sir. I'm so embarrassed. (Sent).
Chandler:Really, it's alright, Kent. Although I'd never imagine you to be the type who'd swear, even on the phone. (Sent)
Kent:One of my housemates used my phone to actually argue with his girlfriend, Sir - if you can believe that. I think it's stored in the memory forever now. (Sent)
Chandler:We'll need to figure out how to turn off this autocorrect thing, then, in case it pops up in future texts. (Sent)
Kent:You've texted a swearword before, Sir? (Sent)
Chandler:You mean, like, excuse me, Kent - "twat"? (Sent)
Kent:Yes, like that. Actually I can't believe you've just "twatted" me back, Sir. (Sent)
Chandler:Twats are usually not my department, that much I know, Kent. (Sent)
Kent:Well, this has been a very interesting conversation, Sir. Good night. (Sent)
Chandler:Same here. Good night, Kent. (Sent)
Thread started - Saturday 01 June - 14:05pm
Chandler:I suppose your date went well last night, Kent? Congratulations - Chandler (Sent)
Kent:Excuse me, Sir? I have no idea what you're talking about. (Sent)
Chandler:Walked past your building. Saw you showing a lady the door. (Sent)
Kent:That was one of my fuckmate's one-night-stand, Sir. He couldn't even get up. I just felt sorry noone's showing her out. (Sent)
Kent:Sir, I cannot believe that happened again. I obviously meant FLATmate. I can't turn off this auto-correct thing. (Sent)
Chandler:Don't worry, that was very funny, actually. (Sent)
Chandler:So, who is this "fuckmate" of yours? (Sent)
Kent:Sir? You must be joking. No, I don't have one of those. (Sent)
Chandler:Would you be interested in one? Just curious. (Sent)
Kent:Pardon me for asking, Sir, but are you fucking with me? (Sent)
Kent:I meant FLIRTING, oh my God, shit, sorry Sir, this auto-correct is driving me bonkers! (Sent)
Chandler:Actually, Kent, the auto-correct thing seem to be driving our conversations into interesting directions. (Sent)
Chandler:And to answer your question, maybe I am. And I wouldn't mind turning it into the latter, either. (Sent)
Thread started - Saturday 01 June - 18:38pm
Kent:Sorry for not messaging you back, Sir. My flatmate was chucking his guts and I had to get the whole place sterilised. I was thinking about our controversy earlier. -Kent (Sent)
Kent:Oh, fuck, CONVERSATION! (Sent)
Kent:Sorry again, Sir. (Sent)
Thread started - Saturday 01 June - 19:45pm
Chandler:Kent, I've just got to your message. Is that a proposition? (Sent)
Kent:Sir, no offence, but you are still my boss, I just don't want to put you in an uncomfortable position. (Sent)
Chandler:I wouldn't mind you putting me in any position you like, Kent. (Sent)
Kent:That was a real turn-on, Sir. (Sent)
Kent:TURNAROUND! Shit, fuck this auto-correct! (Sent)
Chandler:I honestly would rather you fuck something else than the auto-correct. (Sent)
Kent:Sir, I must say you're quite an amazing flirt. (Sent)
Chandler:Really? Thank you, Kent. I'm quite a beginner at it, actually. Or maybe I'm only good at texts.(Sent)
Kent:I'll be the judge of that, Sir.
Chandler:So, have you got anything on tonight? (Sent)
Kent:You know what, Sir, actually yes. (Sent)
Chandler:Oh, really? You're going out with your flatmates again, are you? (Sent)
Kent:No, actually, Sir. It involves you having not much on. (Sent)
Chandler:Drink? (Sent)
Kent:God, yes. 8 o'clock at the pub down the road? (Sent)
Chandler:See you there, Kent. (Sent)
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