[You'd really think Subete would have considered the lack of cellphone at some point given his particular generation -- but he's spent so long incommunicado and then such a long time taking cellphones for granted that it's turned into some kind of perfect storm where he literally just doesn't remember to think about the device until he needs it, rather like a muscle or a limb.
And unfortunately his thoughts are currently scattered to the four winds, anyway, and they're not going to be productive anytime soon with the touches and the expressions Hikage is allowing through. There's a small cock of his head, questioning as he tries to parse several ideas at once, only one of which he understands with any clarity.]
All phones have stickers... kaomojis... the whole package. [all of his phones, anyway, and he's still rolling along in the 2015-2020 mindset of taking these particular things completely for granted] But since we don't have them right now...
[There's a slice of mischief in the smile he flashes while they're waiting -- he's really not normally one for this much impromptu contact, public or not, but here it's much more like catching what they've built just now in both palms and keeping it with him, like trying to drink from your hands; about that level of drunken shenanigans, and then some.
He stalls for a moment though when the waitress returns with all of their carefully-packaged goods, because now they really might need some way to carry things.]
... Hmm.
[Briefly he moves both of his hands to one of Hikage's, considers them... before apparently remembering that he also can prioritize with each hand; which, fine, he can get the package. Dining and dashing? It's fine, they were never here in the first place. The waitress has already vanished.]
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And unfortunately his thoughts are currently scattered to the four winds, anyway, and they're not going to be productive anytime soon with the touches and the expressions Hikage is allowing through. There's a small cock of his head, questioning as he tries to parse several ideas at once, only one of which he understands with any clarity.]
All phones have stickers... kaomojis... the whole package. [all of his phones, anyway, and he's still rolling along in the 2015-2020 mindset of taking these particular things completely for granted] But since we don't have them right now...
[There's a slice of mischief in the smile he flashes while they're waiting -- he's really not normally one for this much impromptu contact, public or not, but here it's much more like catching what they've built just now in both palms and keeping it with him, like trying to drink from your hands; about that level of drunken shenanigans, and then some.
He stalls for a moment though when the waitress returns with all of their carefully-packaged goods, because now they really might need some way to carry things.]
... Hmm.
[Briefly he moves both of his hands to one of Hikage's, considers them... before apparently remembering that he also can prioritize with each hand; which, fine, he can get the package. Dining and dashing? It's fine, they were never here in the first place. The waitress has already vanished.]