Ah, that makes sense. [ Still, he breathes out a sigh of relief. But he supposes if he was going to worry about it -- he shouldn't have put so many items in his pockets earlier. ]
That--! [ Marcoh steps forward to point at the phone in Daan's hand. He was going to say that he has an odd device like that, too. However, his eyes widen at hearing that it's a phone. ] A phone? [ Digging in his pocket, he takes out his own phone. ] Ah?
[ He looks up as soon as the offer to sit was given. His chin nods as he decides that he can pull himself away from (unconsciously) guarding the front door to take a seat. Plopping down, he picks up the glass offered and sets the phone down on the nearest surface.
Though, what is comfortable for him -- it's being a little closer to the entryway than Daan is to it once they settle in. ]
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That--! [ Marcoh steps forward to point at the phone in Daan's hand. He was going to say that he has an odd device like that, too. However, his eyes widen at hearing that it's a phone. ] A phone? [ Digging in his pocket, he takes out his own phone. ] Ah?
[ He looks up as soon as the offer to sit was given. His chin nods as he decides that he can pull himself away from (unconsciously) guarding the front door to take a seat. Plopping down, he picks up the glass offered and sets the phone down on the nearest surface.
Though, what is comfortable for him -- it's being a little closer to the entryway than Daan is to it once they settle in. ]
It's a lot to think about.