Kris decided he was going to hand over the email address to Psycholangelo [s](HA I GOT IT)[/s] by the good ole fashion slip of paper. Of course, given this was liberal California, most schools had stopped buying paper supplies since the first Neuro Linkers were imported from Japan. Which meant he had to grab the next best thing from the cafeteria, napkins, and borrow a pen from the elderly librarian who still had an antique collection of them for temporary loan. Kris scribbled down the address (after numerous fails in tearing through the thin, waxy surface), and handed back the pen before arriving in class right as the bell rung.