Futaba very nearly drops what she's doing in an effort to flip around, plants her hands on the couch next to him, and hoists herself up to peer at the object in Souji's hands. Staring at it like he'd pulled out a copy of one of those ancient video games that was so bad they got buried in the desert.
"What the heck, who even uses those anymore?" she's two parts baffled, one part horrifed, another part awed, and many many parts incredulous. What the heck.
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Futaba very nearly drops what she's doing in an effort to flip around, plants her hands on the couch next to him, and hoists herself up to peer at the object in Souji's hands. Staring at it like he'd pulled out a copy of one of those ancient video games that was so bad they got buried in the desert.
"What the heck, who even uses those anymore?" she's two parts baffled, one part horrifed, another part awed, and many many parts incredulous. What the heck.