[oh he meant call her right now. she got distracted. give her a second while she sits herself in front of the dresser and props the phone up on the mirror. pressing video call button . . .
and there she is, sitting pretty. less nervous, more bright.]
[ yeah, there she is, looking as ever like a lost lamb. even with the current smile compared to her more concerned confusion when they'd met, there's an air of innocence that doesn't feel right here. he does feel bad for her for ending up in this shithole for the wealthy and twisted. hopefully it doesn't eat her up.
as for him, he's lounged back in a plush chair in his own room, that same appearance of a cigarette caught between his lips before he plucks it away to blow out the smoke. ]
[she props one elbow up, chin in her hand. she likes it better this way, at least now she can tell what tone he's taking instead of having to guess. if she wasn't so earnest, her smile might come across as coy.]
That was easy.
[give her a button to press about it, or something.]
[ tech has always been about convenience for him. whatever works at making certain tasks easier, he's willing to learn. but he doesn't face it on with the kind of enthusiasm she seems to be meeting him with in the feed. he's not sure he's seen much of anyone who carries that kind of simplicity. ]
Well, you got the little microphone so you can mute. Helps to filter out shit you don't want people to hear if you're on a call. Important lesson since you got a way with accidents on this thing. [ no offense. ] If you swipe up the screen, you can keep messing with other stuff on the phone at the same time — send messages elsewhere, look up things on the internet, whatever you want.
[ he sighs, bringing the cigarette back up to his lips to take another much needed breath from it. ]
Most of it you can just figure out as you go. I'm not some expert. Just don't experiment with it if you're ... doing something or dressed or undressed in a way you don't want people to see. Don't want to accidentally send a shot to the wrong person.
[her eyes narrow at the very not offensive thing he says to her, but she does experiment with the information given. a few swipes around the screen, then returning to the video. having someone explain it to her is definitely better.]
You're an expert compared to me.
[she's never sat around in a towel twirling the landline's cord around her fingers, but with a gadget like this and an entirely new timeline, she can guess that people have relaxed. which brings a new question to the forefront of her mind, one she's decidedly not asking: if they send those types of photos on purpose.]
But, okay. I don't think I'll be using it that often. I just didn't want to be in the dark about it.
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2/2 again sorry
They're kind of cute.
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wouldn't know. i don't use them.
[ don't try to make him into an emoji guy. ]
how about you start with the video call and we'll work through the rest. try it on me.
[ girl, call him. ]
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[oh he meant call her right now. she got distracted. give her a second while she sits herself in front of the dresser and props the phone up on the mirror. pressing video call button . . .
and there she is, sitting pretty. less nervous, more bright.]
Hi.
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as for him, he's lounged back in a plush chair in his own room, that same appearance of a cigarette caught between his lips before he plucks it away to blow out the smoke. ]
Hey. Passed the first lesson.
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That was easy.
[give her a button to press about it, or something.]
What's next?
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Well, you got the little microphone so you can mute. Helps to filter out shit you don't want people to hear if you're on a call. Important lesson since you got a way with accidents on this thing. [ no offense. ] If you swipe up the screen, you can keep messing with other stuff on the phone at the same time — send messages elsewhere, look up things on the internet, whatever you want.
[ he sighs, bringing the cigarette back up to his lips to take another much needed breath from it. ]
Most of it you can just figure out as you go. I'm not some expert. Just don't experiment with it if you're ... doing something or dressed or undressed in a way you don't want people to see. Don't want to accidentally send a shot to the wrong person.
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You're an expert compared to me.
[she's never sat around in a towel twirling the landline's cord around her fingers, but with a gadget like this and an entirely new timeline, she can guess that people have relaxed. which brings a new question to the forefront of her mind, one she's decidedly not asking: if they send those types of photos on purpose.]
But, okay. I don't think I'll be using it that often. I just didn't want to be in the dark about it.