Something like a yowl echoed into Sesome's ears through the head set, eyes instantly onto his little icon. Then a content purr rattled through his ears as a large keyboard appeared. "That's strange," Sesome muttered to himself, his eyes unseeing into his room but the virtual world. The little kitten icon mirrored Sesome's amazement, peering at the keyboard. Today his long hair was pulled into a high ponytail, a loose black tunic, and grey shorts.<br/><br/>The world had been different, smooth and seeming endless. The people entertaining, many high school students it seemed. It was an interesting design, easy on the eyes without being too flashy and the people not obnoxious. Suddenly, a window popped up, not humongous but large enough for Sesome to see it. The little symbol on the side of the name alerted him that this was the creator or at least moderator. The little kitten's ears went back against it's head, showing Sesome's nervousness that soon changed with the large typing came into the box. The black kitten lept up onto the box peering at the other's keyboard. It took several moments for Sesome to realize this was to him, that the other had helped him.<br/><br/>Seso.M18260: Thank you. What does the colon and right parentheses mean?<br/><br/>That symbol still bugged Sesome, along with other that he had wondered if they were some secret message everyone knew, but him which made his face flush in real life. Now with a keyboard, he could finally ask. Simply focusing his thoughts onto the keys they pressed down and he sent the message through the Headset. A strange sense of quisiness and elation rushed through him. When was the last time he had talk to someone? Someone other than the people his mother brought to see him? Even then, it was not a lot of talking to Sesome... But this person, this person didn't know about him, this was the first person he had met on his own in years.