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[In his wanderings and exploration of the plane, Yuan comes across a miniature black hole. The sign beside it requests that no one drop anything into it.

This is entirely too much for a mischievous demon to ignore, and so he pops off the plane for a moment, and returns with a large handful of various sundry office supplies. With a wicked smirk, he drops a paperclip into the hole, and watches it disappear.]

...Okay, that? That is cool.

[So he's going to continue to feed it pens and paperclips until a) someone stops him, or b) he gets bored of going back for more.]

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[He snorts appreciatively at the Ouija board comment.]

Yuan. Good to meet you, Irving Braxiatel. Got a shorter version you prefer, or should I just call you 'Irving'? [It's clear from his tone that he will derive no shortage of amusement from that name.]

[apparently not noticing that tone] 'Irving,' 'Braxiatel,' or 'Brax.' Or 'Mr Braxiatel,' if you're feeling particularly mannerly: a possibility I treat with great scepticism. [All right, so maybe he did notice that tone. His own tone is still milder than May.]

[Politely snarky! Awesome. Yuan grins roguishly at the response, in such a pleasant tone. This just might be a fun person to get to know.]

And you'd be right to do so. ...Brax it is, then. [Because he can't call anyone Irving without it being obvious he's trying not to laugh, and Braxiatel sounds a little too angelic.]

Fair enough. I'll spare you the jokes about yuánfèn and currency.

[Done with the establishing of names, Brax steps closer to the black hole and the office supplies, looking them over with mild and dispassionate curiosity.]

Is there any particular reason you're dropping stolen office supplies into a spatial anomaly? Other than boredom, I mean.

The sign over there said not to. [He motions toward it, and it does indeed. Apparently, that's enough of a reason, and he twangs another rubber band into it. This one nearly misses, and spirals around the edge for a moment before falling in.]

Contrariness, then. Powerful force, that. [Out of his own idleness, Braxpicks up a rubber band and gets it to bounce around the invisible edge as a golden five-pointed star. He clicks his tongue, someone disappointed.] Shame a logarithmic spiral is out of the question. I don't think it likes you very much, by the way.

Neat trick, there. [Yuan is genuinely impressed at the skill involved. The last comment makes him raise an eyebrow, though.]

Why's that?

Well, I read hex. And unless it was a desperate request for a donkey, which is unlikely but we all have odd tastes, that machine just called you an ass.

[Yuan smirks. There's amusement there, but a little way underneath, it's not a pleasant expression.]

Did it, now. I guess no one's ever bothered to teach it manners.

Says the gentleman tossing assorted office supplies into the hole of unknown function and capacity.

[The sharpness vanishes under an amiable chuckle, as if it was never there.]

I wonder if it can hear us out here, or if I should start sending notes back through.

[But Brax has a good memory] It could be no longer listening, given how it now feels about you. I wonder why it used hex. You'd think it would be binary. Perhaps it was running out of paper clips.

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