Post by Eiji Almasy. on Nov 2, 2009 9:49:47 GMT -5
He couldn't say that he was just humoring her. He had always been a bit nicer than most of his friends, save for the obvious few, so when he started lightly applauding her throwing efforts, he found that he meant it.
"Not really," he responded, either getting into the flow of things or being freakishly out of current character, going by his mild grin; "I believe my phone is an extension of my soul."
To prove his point, he pulled out his cell phone, a Blackstone he'd traded his old (still new) cell for.
"I'll call even if the other person is in the next room," he said, looking unabashed.
His best friend had once said a picture of his face could be found next to ridiculous in the dictionary, and he had never denied that she was right. Eiji was lazy; unconventional and ostentatious, awfully used to telecommunication in all its forms and a fan of trading up cells like he did cars. Miki was probably his complete opposite, like most conventional and practical people were.
"So, Miki?" he asked, or made it out questioningly; her mother had stated her name pretty clearly and even before that, he was piecing together who she was.
"I'm Eiji. You should go change," he suggested, gesturing back to the school, "I'll just send someone down here later to find the gold."
"Not really," he responded, either getting into the flow of things or being freakishly out of current character, going by his mild grin; "I believe my phone is an extension of my soul."
To prove his point, he pulled out his cell phone, a Blackstone he'd traded his old (still new) cell for.
"I'll call even if the other person is in the next room," he said, looking unabashed.
His best friend had once said a picture of his face could be found next to ridiculous in the dictionary, and he had never denied that she was right. Eiji was lazy; unconventional and ostentatious, awfully used to telecommunication in all its forms and a fan of trading up cells like he did cars. Miki was probably his complete opposite, like most conventional and practical people were.
"So, Miki?" he asked, or made it out questioningly; her mother had stated her name pretty clearly and even before that, he was piecing together who she was.
"I'm Eiji. You should go change," he suggested, gesturing back to the school, "I'll just send someone down here later to find the gold."
