[ Satisfied that he’s managed to convince Sasuke to take something back with him, Rokurou turns his attention fully to the phone. He stares at the sentence, completely enamored, mind already reeling with how convenient this makes sending letters and notes. Any hour of the day. Anywhere. Anyone!

This must be how the cavemen felt when they discovered fire. ]

This is really cool. I’ll practice it and write you a letter later. If messages can be sent at anytime, you can write me whenever you want, okay?

[ He turns back to the pot after happily sticking the phone in his pocket with more reverence than the first time. The curry will need a few more minutes to simmer before he can pack it up, so Rokurou uses that time to grab a blanket from the linen closet. It’s clean and lightweight, easy to pack and carry. ]

Here, take this one.