[In Ryoma's country, they would've burn Tsuzuki for a witch dark mage. Ryoma dusts his own hands off and comes to kneel at Tsuzuki's side, watching him fuss with the strange little brick--phone--with all the suspicious puzzlement one would usually reserve for the broken pieces of an enemy's trap, or a long forgotten artifact.]
I see.
[Only in a very literal sense, of course. Figuratively, he's blind and in the next room over, swearing at a lamp.]
How do you find these... numbers and writings?
[Reluctantly, he'll produce his own 'phone' out of a pouch hidden somewhere within the lobstery folds of his default getup, holding the thing between his gauntlet-clad fingers as if he expected it to explode, start biting, or both.]
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witch dark mage. Ryoma dusts his own hands off and comes to kneel at Tsuzuki's side, watching him fuss with the strange little brick--phone--with all the suspicious puzzlement one would usually reserve for the broken pieces of an enemy's trap, or a long forgotten artifact.]I see.
[Only in a very literal sense, of course. Figuratively, he's blind and in the next room over, swearing at a lamp.]
How do you find these... numbers and writings?
[Reluctantly, he'll produce his own 'phone' out of a pouch hidden somewhere within the lobstery folds of his default getup, holding the thing between his gauntlet-clad fingers as if he expected it to explode, start biting, or both.]