You know, you call them phones, but they're feeling more like titchy little computers every minute. You can type and talk on them, you can, what, put music on them, you say?
[Fuck-ing hell. His head is sparking with the possibilities.]
It isn't. [Or it shouldn't be.] Want to test a few out? You got a favourite genre?
They're simple as pie. Come over here, I'll show you. [Alternative...to what? In his day and age it might mean one thing, but in his it's probably another. He lifts a box out for him, several options therein.] Pick out something. Whatever catches your eye.
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[Fuck-ing hell. His head is sparking with the possibilities.]
It isn't. [Or it shouldn't be.] Want to test a few out? You got a favourite genre?
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[ hm. ]
I don't know how they work. [ but if he had to choose... ] Alternative, I guess? I don't listen to a ton of music, honestly.
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What do you normally do, then?
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Run? We do a lot of races. And sometimes we play games, or I'll just read something.
[ i regret to inform richie that he will just pull something out at random. ]
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[That's fine, I am sensing this is a lost cause but at least we have Gorillaz.]
Huh. "2018"....
[Gotta say he's curious. What's happening in the next forty years. He'll tug it out and put it down to play.
He'll sit back. Silent, pensively assessing with his fist at his mouth.]
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[ richie does kinda seem like the nerd type though. laurence listens and glances at richie, wondering if this is supposed to be good music or not. ]
It’s... okay?