Rhys shrugged and turned back to face his laptop as Rainbow left the office. That had certainly been a strange conversation. Not unwelcome, but simply weird. He had never really thought of haunted computers before then, but now he couldn't help but regard his own laptop with a degree of suspicion. It wasn't a secondhand machine - in fact it was a custom-built monster for all his varied needs - but he was almost certainly sure that ghosts weren't confined to haunting or possessing used items. Then again, if his machine had never been touched by anyone else, why would a ghost even bother inhabiting it?

He shook his head and went back to reading his threads and forums. If his computer was indeed haunted, he was pretty sure that the ghost inside probably hated him.

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"Yes, colleagues." Fletcher confirmed, even though he was using the word in the loosest of terms. It wasn't that he was intending to quit his job or anything of the sort, Fletcher just found it hard to truly call anyone his colleague within the first few weeks of a new job. He barely even called his own section mates that after months of training together, and only near the end of his service could he call the people he had trained with his colleagues and acquaintances without feeling overly-familiar. 

Marvin's gaze made Fletcher feel slightly uncomfortable, but he did not reflect it on his face. Discomfort was nothing new to Fletcher, even discomfort from social situations - his military vocation had essentially been camp police, and no one ever wanted to see, or even be around him. His presence usually heralded an impending bunk raid, phone check or general search for hidden contraband. "No, I'm not Malaysian." He corrected the man, choosing his tone and words carefully. He was all too aware that some people may hear it as Singaporean arrogance or whatnot, and so Fletcher kept his voice calm and level. "I'm from Singapore."