They were at it again. Sending less-than-proper emails to one another. G-Prime and She-Prime pounded away at their keyboards angrily, promising to send the other the ugliest viruses they had stashed up their sleeves.
And when they ended the conversation, he messaged his best friend and complained, and she shoved away from the computer and spun around in her chair, arms folded over her chest and a pout on her lips.
She could be so needy! It wouldn't have killed her to give him some space.
He could be so insensitive! It wouldn't have killed him to open up a little more.
And they'd swear they hated each other, and sometimes they wanted to, but there was a connection between the two of them that went deeper than just the internet, whether they wanted to admit it or not.