[This particular voice on the intranets today is childish, curious, and BRAND NEW...yet familiar, at least to a small handful of people.]
--this a microphone?
[Tap. Tap tap tap. Then the voice again.]
Oh, is it recording what I say now? I should say something. Hello! My name is Flandre Scarlet, and--now what should I say?
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[ Crap. What's the word? ]
[ And, lacking a pause for the shift, either (and mostly because it's easier to say her name this way), she switches back to English. ] My name is Meiling. And yes, that's a microphone. Can you hear me, too? [ Maybe the young-sounding girl's machine was on the fritz? ]
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Oh.
[Her spiraling descent into the nonsensical has paused to consider this!]
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I'm Meiling by the way. You said your name was Flandre, right? I think that's a very pretty name! [ Not to mention unique. Hrm.... ]
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I am! Like Flanders, in Belgium, but French!
[...granted, there is a bit more to it than that, but. Flandre is either largely oblivious or failing at memory today; it's hard to tell which.]
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[Sadly, all that earns is a headtilt. That Meiling can't even see.]
...what did you say, just now?
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Hm? Oh, I guess you don't.
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[Oh god whiny little kid voice.]
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Oh.
I don't, no.
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