[Ryoma follows directions in bewildered silence, balancing the phone on his palm as if he expected it to snap at him if he were to grip it with any sort of pressure. He tapped on the 'contacts' button--and jerked back a little as eh screen jumped, an entire list of unfamiliar names sprouting up before him.]
How fascinating.
[He murmured, wonder actually touching his voice for the first time in this whole situation that seemed primed and intended to irritate people who were born back in the good old days... or worlds that still resembled the good old days. You know! Good old days! Cholera and war and feudalism!]
How do you get the list to change?
[He poked at the screen, experimentally--and then jumped a little again as it shifted, because Ryoma had just initiated a call to someone completely unrelated. It's like a buttdial, but done with the fingers of the technologically incompetent instead of the sweet, sweet glutes of happenstance.]
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How fascinating.
[He murmured, wonder actually touching his voice for the first time in this whole situation that seemed primed and intended to irritate people who were born back in the good old days... or worlds that still resembled the good old days. You know! Good old days! Cholera and war and feudalism!]
How do you get the list to change?
[He poked at the screen, experimentally--and then jumped a little again as it shifted, because Ryoma had just initiated a call to someone completely unrelated. It's like a buttdial, but done with the fingers of the technologically incompetent instead of the sweet, sweet glutes of happenstance.]
Is it supposed to do this?