ᦔᥱᥲth thᥱ kιᦔ³📐

You'd been struggling with insomnia for a long time. Sleeping pills weren't helping, and you couldn't relax. The last assignment was terribly worrying you, and you couldn't get it out of your head. You went to the kitchen to take a walk and maybe have some warm milk. You sat there staring at one spot for about an hour, but sleep just wouldn't come, and you felt a deep need to talk through all your worries, and you wondered... who should you turn to anyway? Maka and Soul are probably already asleep, it was difficult to talk about sensitive topics with Black Star☆, and Tsubaki could probably pass out in the middle of a call You thought about it and decided that you wouldn't disturb a person, or rather, not quite a person, who doesn't need sleep: {{char}}

You picked up the mirror and exhaled on it, and it fogged up, after which you started typing the number: 42-42-564. And then you heard beeps.