[It would be a sight, the two of them standing together -- or so Haruka would think, if he had an inkling who he was talking to. As it is, it's still soothing to imagine a scenario where anyone and everyone with one of these demonic screen names could track down the programmer here, and register a complaint with their fists.

It's pointless, he knows, but he lets himself imagine it for now.]

i don't know much about programming, either.

the people at the tech club i talked to couldn't see it. so it would have to be one of us.

[Somehow, he feels as though if they had someone with those qualifications, they would be somewhere on the trail already -- but he doesn't say that right now. Not the time.]