Brekkie and phone. That was Basil's whole plan for the day, not having heard about anything particularly interesting in the past few days. Even the call that had interrupted his dream hadn't been useful. He pulled his hand from a paper bag he was carrying and popped a creme puff in his mouth."'Rekkie, fheck..."
Walking soon led Basil to a phone shop that he probably frequented more than he ought to. He didn't even make it to the door before he was set upon by a sales rep, eager to make a sale and gain his commission off of the rich kid. "Mr Greyson, good to see you again. I trust things have been well?" Basil nodded, ignoring the salesman as he brushed past him, looking for a replacement phone quickly. He wanted away from people not inviting them to crawl all over him...
"Mr Greyson, I believe we do have something that would suit your needs. It is a small device, though no smaller than your previous one, and designed to withstand massive amounts of shock and even some water damage."
"I'll take it then. You know the account. Thanks.
Basil took the new phone and his creme puffs and headed outside, towards his house. He would stop on the way there to see father... 'Wonderful. Just what I wanted to do today...'
