Oh no!

[ He covers his mouth in his hands, resisting the urge to drag them dramatically down his face. Moogles sure are something. ]

What kind of wrong? Like a talk-to-text wrong, or did the Moogles just make a mistake?

[ He is woefully oblivious to the reply-all-gate going on, even as a few more pings echo, still muffled, from his backpack. ]

Bright side is you're probably not the only one, things are constantly going wrong with Mognet.

[ And he smiles, wholly apathetic to the noises his backpack was making and oblivious to the fact that the cause was... right in front of him. ]