[ Thankfully for Tim, Jason is less inclined to give his brother grief right now. Rolling his eyes and scoffing, he reaches over to pick up Damian’s phone, staring at it for a moment as messages flick across the screen. This thing is—much more advanced than Jason remembered. The last phone he’d had was a flip phone, with a numbered keyboard. This thing didn’t seem to have one of those.
But, since he’d seen Damian tapping away at it, it wasn’t too hard to figure out.
With shaking fingers (the edges still scraped and raw), he taps out a quick message to his brother, a condolence for Damian’s impressive assholery. ]
im ok. will c u soon. –j
[ He’s not entirely satisfied with his meager message, but the phone is beginning to weird him out in a way he wasn’t fully expecting. If a phone could change that much in a few years, what else has? And even more than that, his hands are beginning to kind of hurt. Looks like he won’t be typing up reports any time soon.
Setting it back down in its place, he resettles himself against his brother. ]
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But, since he’d seen Damian tapping away at it, it wasn’t too hard to figure out.
With shaking fingers (the edges still scraped and raw), he taps out a quick message to his brother, a condolence for Damian’s impressive assholery. ]
im ok. will c u soon. –j
[ He’s not entirely satisfied with his meager message, but the phone is beginning to weird him out in a way he wasn’t fully expecting. If a phone could change that much in a few years, what else has? And even more than that, his hands are beginning to kind of hurt. Looks like he won’t be typing up reports any time soon.
Setting it back down in its place, he resettles himself against his brother. ]
Tim is gonna smack you later and I’m gonna laugh.