( not that it couldn't be brought back to life, of course, but...
he really doesn't want to think about having to get another one. out of vague curiosity he'd once looked up how much a replacement cost, and it was way out of his price range, even with how modest his current living expenses were (the main factor being that his level of manna generation was similarly modest, as if to keep pace with it). he would also squirm to have any help offered to him, so the best option by far at this point was to... try to backtrack and find it. or maybe someone could find it, charge it (if it needed it), and try to return it to him? that seems a little too optimistic to expect... )
I'd rather not... ( despairing...
he lists further and further away from rokurou at the tugging at his sleeve, crossing his arms (not that it really helps...) and looking perfectly aggrieved. he would really rather not focus on this either, but it's unavoidable at this point. he might not want to go out and buy another phone, but he might acquiesce to going out and buying a more functional and less critically embarrassing shirt. at first the only response he gives is a low, creaking groan from the back of his throat, but at rokurou's last suggestion, he turns to him sharply. ) Of course not!! ( he's seen what kind of drunk he is!! kind of. not that shinsou really drinks to excess all that often (usually only when around bad influences, cough cough). sure, his inhibitions tend to lower just the same as anyone else's, but he doesn't lose them all the way. and it would take nothing more than cataclysmic event to force him into something like streaking...)
I, ah, ( pinching the bridge of his nose again, brow furrowing as he tries to sift through the muddy parade of half-memories, ) I think something - happened to my other one. ( it definitely caught fire. either he was at a bonfire or... doing something less advisable and more dangerous. he can't recall, but maybe at some point. ) I think someone gave me this because it was, uh... better than nothing.
( that, and he probably hadn't cared quite as much then as he does now... )
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( not that it couldn't be brought back to life, of course, but...
he really doesn't want to think about having to get another one. out of vague curiosity he'd once looked up how much a replacement cost, and it was way out of his price range, even with how modest his current living expenses were (the main factor being that his level of manna generation was similarly modest, as if to keep pace with it). he would also squirm to have any help offered to him, so the best option by far at this point was to... try to backtrack and find it. or maybe someone could find it, charge it (if it needed it), and try to return it to him? that seems a little too optimistic to expect... )
I'd rather not... ( despairing...
he lists further and further away from rokurou at the tugging at his sleeve, crossing his arms (not that it really helps...) and looking perfectly aggrieved. he would really rather not focus on this either, but it's unavoidable at this point. he might not want to go out and buy another phone, but he might acquiesce to going out and buying a more functional and less critically embarrassing shirt. at first the only response he gives is a low, creaking groan from the back of his throat, but at rokurou's last suggestion, he turns to him sharply. ) Of course not!! ( he's seen what kind of drunk he is!! kind of. not that shinsou really drinks to excess all that often (usually only when around bad influences, cough cough). sure, his inhibitions tend to lower just the same as anyone else's, but he doesn't lose them all the way. and it would take nothing more than cataclysmic event to force him into something like streaking... )
I, ah, ( pinching the bridge of his nose again, brow furrowing as he tries to sift through the muddy parade of half-memories, ) I think something - happened to my other one. ( it definitely caught fire. either he was at a bonfire or... doing something less advisable and more dangerous. he can't recall, but maybe at some point. ) I think someone gave me this because it was, uh... better than nothing.
( that, and he probably hadn't cared quite as much then as he does now... )