Griffin didn’t know what was going on, but that was usual for him.
Bridgette was patient, but she had gotten antsy. “Look, you just have to upload the pictures in a jpeg format to the site, and then you organize them with tags.”
“Literally none of what you said made sense,” he said.
“I swear to Arceus,” she huffed. “Just give me your camera.” He timidly did as she asked. “You just plug in this part and plug it into the USB port.”
“I do not understand what it is you are saying, Bridgette,” Griffin said through clenched teeth.
“Don’t you talk in italics at me,” she ordered.
“What.”
She only smirked. “Nevermind.” Her attention was drawn to the computer screen. “Okay, I’ll upload them to your account. By the by, your background is so dull.”
“It is green.”
“Green isn’t a creative color, Griffin,” she said with a wink. Griffin didn’t understand. “Make it pop. People don’t want to come to a tumblr blog and see green. Bleck. Make it exciting.” She began clicking on things as they popped up. “Alright, I’m uploading the pics now. You can edit them on Instagram if you’d—”
Griffin pulled at his hair. “What is an ‘instant-gram?’”
“Nevermind.” Chewing her bottom lip, Bridgette began sifting through the pictures. “Jeesh, Griff, you have an awful lot of selfies on here.”
He blushed furiously. “My followers deserve to know my face.”
Bridgette spun around in her chair. “You have one follower. And that’s the default Tumblr account.”
“They love me.”
“You’re doing it again.”
Griffin sighed. “I am sorry. I just...”
“You’re not very technologically advanced,” she finished, popping a bubble in her gum. Griffin blinked.
“Where did you get that?”
Instinctively she answered, “The Internet.”
“... Sure.”
“Anywho, you’re all set to go. I’ve uploaded the pics to the web, and put some wicked sweet tags on them, too. And I took the liberty of updating your background to something cool.”
Flames danced behind the text and pictures, red and blue and orange and gold. “But... How did you do that? We have only been sitting here for three minutes. Impossible.”
Bridgette spin around in the swivel chair. “See, people assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect. But actually from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint it's more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey... stuff.”
Cocking his head, Griffin let his mouth droop open a bit. “I am sorry?”
“Time is an illusion?” she offered. “And so is death, but...”
Griffin shifted his jaw. “I realize you are making references to pop culture—”
She beamed. “There’s a start!”
“—but it literally does not make sense to me.”
Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, Bridgette stood. “Someday, Griffy, my boy, you shall. I will show you the wonders of the Internet. And it shall be glorious.”
“Alice tried that once. I would rather not try again.”
“Don’t be a wuss, Griffin.” She sat back down. “Now, back to business. I’ll follow you and give you a shoutout. That’s sent to over nine thousand people, Griffin. You better be thankful.”
His mind wiped, Griffin smiled, eyes twinkled. “Good Gods, I am going to be tumblr famous.”
Clicking away on the keyboard, Bridgette chuckled softly under her breath. “Slow down, Tiger. You’ve got a lot to learn.” Shooting him a slanted look, she said, “As long as I’m here, you’ll never be as famous as moi.”
“We shall see, Angel. We shall see.”
“No, we shan’t.”
“Fine.”
