007 -- voice --> video;

[invisibilities]

[ for a minute there's just a rustling, accompanied by this song, and then simon flicks over to video. he looks less than pleased, frowning at the camera. he opens his mouth to speak, but the clash of symbals interrupts him and he frowns, waiting until the crescendo of the song winds down to say... ]

I don't even like showtunes.

[ 8| ]

Comments

[designedtoparty]

Is that what you want us to call you now, Barry?

[invisibilities]

It's better than the Invisible Cunt.

[designedtoparty]

I still say that fits you.

[invisibilities]

No it doesn't.

[designedtoparty]

Well, you're invisible and you're a cunt... I think you'd struggle to find anything more perfect.

[invisibilities]

I'd pick a better name, if I wanted one.

[designedtoparty]

What, like Mr Cellophane?

[invisibilities]

No, not Mr. Cellophane.

A proper superhero name.

[designedtoparty]

[Pssssshhhh, like you could ever be a hero.]

Like what?

[invisibilities]

I don't know. I've not thought of one yet.

[ LITTLE DO YOU KNOW NATHAN!!! ]

[designedtoparty]

I can probably come up with a new one for you if you don't like the Invisible Cunt.

How about Super Stalker? Or, hey. "Is it a priest? Is it a baby sitter? No, it's Paedo Man!"

[SHHHHH. SPOILERS. :|]

[invisibilities]

I'm not a paedophile.

[ STALKER...WELL... ]

[designedtoparty]

No. Of course not. You just have an abnormal interest in prepubescent children.

[invisibilities]

I don't.

[ FUUUUUUUU ]

[synanthrope]

This is all terrible.

[invisibilities]

Do you have music as well?

[synanthrope]

No. Everyone else's is bad enough.

[invisibilities]

[ a beat. whoops. ]

I tried to turn it down. It won't let me.

[synanthrope]

No, it wouldn't.

[invisibilities]

It changes, sometimes. To other things.

[synanthrope]

It's all too loud.

[invisibilities]

You don't like music?

[synanthrope]

No.

[invisibilities]

Why?

[synanthrope]

Because I don't.

[invisibilities]

Oh.

[ lkjdsglakjdlajflk ]

[synanthrope]

That isn't a real answer, Simon.

[invisibilities]

I wasn't sure what else to say.

[awkwards]

Mr Cellophane?

[ lmao brb trying not to laugh. ]

[invisibilities]

Yes.

There were others before it.

[awkwards]

Like what?

[invisibilities]

Some songs by The Smiths.

[awkwards]

Do you really feel like Mr Cellophane?

[invisibilities]

I used to.

[ quietly. ]

[awkwards]

[ 8( alisha feels horrible, since she used to exploit that part of him. quietly: ] What about now?

[invisibilities]

Things are different now. I'm different now.

[awkwards]

And it's a good different, yeah?

[invisibilities]

Yes.

[ there's a smile in his voice. ]

I'm happy. I like who I am now.

[awkwards]

[ stop being adorable. ]

Well, this place should be playing something different. You're not Mr Cellophane anymore.

[ she pauses. sincerely: ] I like who you are. Even when you felt like Mr Cellophane.

[invisibilities]

[ never ]

Maybe it will. S'not like it matters. It's only a curse.

[ beat. ]

I liked you too.

[awkwards]

It matters to me if you feel like this. [ and felt like this. but you can't change the past, can you?

... she doesn't have a hoodie with her so that would be a no.

a laugh in her voice: ] Yeah, bet you were super fond of me back then.

[invisibilities]

I don't. I promise.

[ there's a beat. ]

I was. I was fond of all of you.

[ in his own weird way... ]

[awkwards]

We didn't really deserve it. But - Despite everything I said ... If you weren't there, we'd have been fucked.

[invisibilities]

Then I'm glad I was there.