An awkward silence descended as Higher Education stared at 4chan, blinking at him with almost palpable confusion. The teapot sat on the table between them, cooling; the college god reached out and pushed it first to one side and then the other, looking uncomfortable.
This was...new. Maybe in hindsight this would seem obvious, but the idea of 4chan liking him - anyone really, but Christ he wasn't going into that, not in public and in company - was, well. 'Completely out of left field' somewhat described it and yet not really. Given 4chan's conflict.with the founder of 4chan the site, it could be some kind of Freud-happy fuck party where his feelings were a negative externality.
...what the hell did he just think? 'Freud-happy fuck party', seriously?
Wordlessly, Higher Education poured himself another glass of sake, drinking it as quickly and neatly as possible.