surprise ray actually does have a mobile or he's had one but doesn't ... share it...

[gotitwrong]

[There's a brief silence before:]

What do you want, Chris?

[And then a beep.]


(OOC: yeah awesome. i can't remember how he even got it but I bet I can blame handy.)

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[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[Excited.]

Ray, Ray!

[A pause.]

I've got a mobile.

[gotitwrong]

[And Ray answers.]

...I know that, Chris.

[I would not be surprised if they were in different rooms or something silly.]

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[They so are.]

There's no cords. You could spin around if you wanted and wouldn't get caught up.

[gotitwrong]

[Ray is apparently less amazed by the magic of mobiles.]

Lot better for gettin' in touch with somebody, I suppose.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

Look, look, Ray.

[Chris suddenly runs into the room.] See? Now watch.

[And then he leaves the room.] Yeah, see?

[gotitwrong]

[Ray watches this with no expression, and after Chris leaves the room, puts his free hand over his eyes. This is what he chose to live with. Sometimes he regrets it.]

Yeah, uh, I saw.

[He pauses.]

I were gonna ask why you couldn't just come in here and talk, then I figured you wanna play with your new toy. I'm right, aren't I?

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[Chris pauses and you can practically hear him scratching his head.]

No, see, it were testing it.

[gotitwrong]

Playin' with it and testin' it are 'bout the same thing when it comes down to it, Chris.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

No, 'cos testing it is more serious. It's proper workin'.

[gotitwrong]

Chris, you ran into the room, practically gigglin' like a little kid, then ran back out.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

Did not.

[CRUSHING COMEBACK.]

[gotitwrong]

You did so.

[Mature argument is go!!!]

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

Didn't. I were walking fast and slid, yeah? It weren't about the mobile.

[gotitwrong]

'Walking fast' my arse. You came runnin' in here and then ran back out. Only time you do that is when you're chasin' Sandy, and there wasn't a cat tryin' to use me like a tree that time!

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

...Coulda been a cat, though. You can't see in the hallway, 'cos we're in different rooms.

[gotitwrong]

Cat would have come runnin' in here. You were runnin' 'round the flat cause you're excited 'bout the mobile.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[After a long moment.]

But it's really cool.

[gotitwrong]

[He pauses, the sounds of him sitting down somewhere.]

Yeah, alright, give you that. Took a bit of figurin' out though.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[Chris grins.]

Did you see the button pad thing? Like a typewriter? You can send stuff with it, I think.

[gotitwrong]

You mean how the number buttons got letters on 'em?

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that thing. I were messing around with the buttons and this stuff came up, looked like paper or sommat. And then I were touching those buttons and it were spelling on what I typed and asked if I wanted to send it.

[gotitwrong]

[Ray pauses to think about it. Okay he wants to mess with this.]

Hang up and send me one, I wanna mess around with it meself.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[Chris grins and nods, even if Ray can't see it.]

Yeah, sure. [He hangs up and then clicks around. Though he's getting used to it, he's still slow as he types out his message and hits send:]

[Hey, Ray. Did you get this?]

[gotitwrong]

[Ray takes a few minutes to respond, and he does not bother with Chris' presumed attempts at grammar if that sentence is exactly how Chris put it. Grammar is for lame.]

yeah chris i got it

[And then a bit after.]

this takes bleeding forever though

[also neener neener i use font changes for texting]

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[It takes Chris a minute, too, though he's somewhat faster.]

yeah don't it? but we could use this like secret stuff. messages and junk.

[BEHOLD MY COPYING.]

[gotitwrong]

like we have secret stuff to talk about in the first place

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

could think of something like stuff. could talk about boss or cartwright.

[gotitwrong]

i do not want to talk to you about the boss on these things chris

[serious business ray is serious business!!! no sam allowed in phones. if ray knew how to capitalize things in text, it'd read "i do NOT want" blahblah.]

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

yeah but we could say stuff about them.

[gotitwrong]

like i keep my feelings about tyler secret anyway. and cartwright knows how to take a joke so theres no point

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

gotta be something fun for it.

[gotitwrong]

dunno what though. i mean its okay for talking but i think weve spent twenty minutes typing what we could have said in five