"Oh, yeah, phone." One blue hand withdrew into his robes and fumbled around under the billowing fabric for a moment before Mori produced an eyePhone. His was an older, simpler model, encased in a thick red-brown ruggedized carapace of a case and yet still sporting a star of cracks near one corner of the screen.
"Where do you guys meet? Do I need to bring like, pots and pans and stuff?"
Kaiyumi