[ Marty happens to be nearby when Sora slumps down in a chair, a phone in one hand. Ohh, oh. He understands.
Kind of.
It was kind of embarrassing for Marty to openly admit that he didn't know a lot about phones. Or Twitter. Or basically any kind of form of social networking at all. How in the hell did phones get so tiny? How did you pack so much shit into one tiny thing that fit perfectly in your pocket? Marty knew that he grew up with these things of course, but it was ridiculous. It was something he always wondered about, even though it was kind of dumb and he had bigger things to worry about now.
With his hands stuffed in his pockets, he walks over to Sora, peeking over his shoulder. ] Broke what?
[ A small point to the phone. ] That thing? They're kinda askin' to be broke, aren't they? I mean, with how tiny they are.
I!
Kind of.
It was kind of embarrassing for Marty to openly admit that he didn't know a lot about phones. Or Twitter. Or basically any kind of form of social networking at all. How in the hell did phones get so tiny? How did you pack so much shit into one tiny thing that fit perfectly in your pocket? Marty knew that he grew up with these things of course, but it was ridiculous. It was something he always wondered about, even though it was kind of dumb and he had bigger things to worry about now.
With his hands stuffed in his pockets, he walks over to Sora, peeking over his shoulder. ] Broke what?
[ A small point to the phone. ] That thing? They're kinda askin' to be broke, aren't they? I mean, with how tiny they are.