Texting

"I'm going nuts," he typed. "All bets are off on that 'you can talk to yourself, but don't answer' thing by the end of the week." She LOL'd. "When I wander the neighborhood, I rock that mask like a highwayman; I make it my business to perform one good deed and one small act of rebellion. SO satisfying," she replied. "But, back at the house, are you wandering from room to room blasting punk rock to bleed out the unrest? Asking for a friend ...," he continued, emoji-less. "I meditate," she responded (almost instantly). "Sad but true, I go within. Uncharted worlds in there - unlimited potential for truly spectacular hijinx. You should visit some time." "Your inner worlds? Are we sexting right now?" he answered. "Even better, we're science fictioning each other, baby," she sent off with a smile.