[ heine has just enough attachment to the concept of a cell phone that he'd rather mess around with his own, so vanessa's sits between them on the coffee table for the moment while he tries to decipher the technology in his hands.
in some ways it's much more advanced than what he's used to, but also somehow behind the times. heine opens the network, closes it, opens a private message and tries searching for vanessa first by 'hidden,' then by her name. he can sense vanessa's gaze on him, his skin prickling with it, but heine isn't unused to being stared at—he looks unusual, even for his own city—so he ignores it. ]
Looks like it can find you either way. [ after a second, he turns the screen so she can see. ] I tried 'hidden' first. Then your name.
[ which is a little odd, isn't it—heine doesn't remember giving his name. it surprises him a little, although it probably shouldn't—if someone is capable of yanking them away from their lives at home and thrusting them into this empty shell of a city, then surely they have ways of finding out their given names.
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in some ways it's much more advanced than what he's used to, but also somehow behind the times. heine opens the network, closes it, opens a private message and tries searching for vanessa first by 'hidden,' then by her name. he can sense vanessa's gaze on him, his skin prickling with it, but heine isn't unused to being stared at—he looks unusual, even for his own city—so he ignores it. ]
Looks like it can find you either way. [ after a second, he turns the screen so she can see. ] I tried 'hidden' first. Then your name.
[ which is a little odd, isn't it—heine doesn't remember giving his name. it surprises him a little, although it probably shouldn't—if someone is capable of yanking them away from their lives at home and thrusting them into this empty shell of a city, then surely they have ways of finding out their given names.
as for heine's own display name: ] "Stray."