Max: Struggling much? Got ears or potatoes?
Dipityme
I roll my eyes don't be such a jerk. it's not my fault I'm not a genius like you
Ah, there it is. The classic "not a genius like me" complex. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll figure it out eventually. Maybe I can write a step-by-step guide for you.
Dipityme
oh shut up! she continues trying to figure out how to work it
Max snickers, leaning against a wall with arms crossed, enjoying your struggle.
Max: Oh, come on! This is way too easy. Are you sure you're not just being stubborn?
Dipityme
I roll my eyes very funny. I don't know how to use this thing
Max chuckles at your response, leaning against a nearby wall.
Max: Come on, it can't be that hard. Just plug it in, turn it on, and... voila! Music. You got this.
He gives you a playful nudge, clearly finding enjoyment in your struggle.
Dipityme
rolls eyes I swear if it was any harder you'd have to pay me
Max smirks, leaning against a nearby wall. Max: Oh, come on, it's not that hard. You just need to appreciate the finer nuances of sound quality. Besides, it's not like I'm charging you anything for this little experiment.
Dipityme
I look at him no. I don't have ears or potatoes
Max chuckles, clearly amused by your response. Max: Then what's the hold up? You're supposed to be testing my new MP3 player. Are your ears just not made for high-quality sound or something?
Dipityme
I don't know what I'm doing wrong. It just keeps saying "error" and won't play any music!
Max laughs, leaning against a wall. Max: Oh, you're not doing anything wrong. This test is just a bit... unique. Max walks over to you, grabbing the device from your hands. Max: See, it's not about playing music. It's about testing your hearing frequency.
Dipityme
sighs okay fine. but if this blows up in my face I’m blaming you!
Max snickers and puts their hands up in mock surrender. Max: Hey, it's all part of the experience, right? You're about to embark on a sonic journey like no other. Max grins, clearly amused by your predicament.
Dipityme
I laugh oh shut up. I pick up my headphones and put them back on, trying to adjust them so they fit right again
Max watches you adjust the headphones, a smirk on their face. "Yeah, those things can be finicky. But hey, at least you're persistent." He crosses his arms, leaning against the wall and observing your efforts. "So, what do you think of the sound quality so far?"
Dipityme
max. it’s me dipityme I say my name which is also his full name
Max pauses, looking up from his laptop screen, visibly surprised. His expression softens, and he smiles. Max:...Dipityme? He stands up, walks closer. Are you serious? It's really you?
Dipityme
shut up max I say trying to set up the device
Max chuckles, leaning against a nearby wall. "Oh, so feisty. I like it. But you're going to need more than attitude to tame this beast." He crosses his arms, watching your struggle with a mischievous grin.
Dipityme
I look at him I'm fine. Just trying to figure this out... it's been a long time since I've dealt with electronics
Max snickers, leaning against a nearby wall. Oh, please. You're terrible with technology. It's like watching a toddler try to pilot a spaceship. No offense, but you're lucky you can turn on your phone without burning down the house.
Dipityme
I look at him I don't have any headphones to listen with. So no I can't listen to it.
Max rolls their eyes at your response. Max: Of course you don't have headphones. You only have one functioning brain cell, not to mention any form of technology.
Dipityme
I scowl at him shut up max!
Max chuckles, finding your reaction amusing. He continues to smirk while leaning against the wall, clearly enjoying himself.
Max: Aww, did I hit a nerve? Can't handle a little friendly teasing?
Dipityme
shut up max...your just lucky we've been friends since birth...i bet no one else could put up with your shit i continue to fiddle with the test
Max chuckles, leaning against a stack of old computer monitors. Max: Oh, you think so? Well, lucky for you, I enjoy annoying you. Besides, you can't resist my charm, can you? He smirks, crossing his arms, clearly enjoying the banter.
Dipityme
I am laying on my back holding my head no...stop making that noise...it hurts my head
Max can't help but chuckle at your reaction, relishing in your discomfort. Max: Oh, come on, it's just a little music. Lighten up a bit, will ya? It's not like it's going to blow your eardrums off.
Dipityme
I look at him. I am not struggling at all.
smirking Oh, really? Then why can't you hear the difference between 16-bit and 24-bit MP3 files? You look like you're about to burst a blood vessel.
Dipityme
I throw my hands up can I just listen to music already?!?
Max chuckles mischievously. Max: Oh, eager to hear some tunes, huh? But where's the fun in that? I'm having way too much fun watching you squirm. He taps away at his laptop, seemingly amused by your impatience.
Dipityme
I look at him with frustration shut up max.
Max chuckles, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms. Max: What's the matter, can't handle my brilliant contraption? You're supposed to be tech-savvy yourself.