[sometimes it has been a few days since you last heard or saw someone and you know part of the issue is you not knowing wtf to do but also that feeling of If You Don't Do Something, Nothing Will Change and so here Kim Dokja is staring at his phone and debating if this is the right way to go about it before deciding that he doesn't actually know if there is one and so, a text is slowly typed...

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retyped...

reread several times...

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probably this happens a few times before a tentacle smacks his hand and it has him hitting send before he can rethink it again.]

Hey.
You ok?

[... he regrets how lame of a start this is but there's nothing he can do about it now. A WRITER, HE IS NOT.]