Oh, Arceus above, the jingle made even Lola jump a little.
Mad Bird-mon was, in Lola’s mind, infamous for how obnoxiously loud its theme song is.
Lola’s startlement quickly turned into amusement, though, at the sight of the other’s confusion being visible as day. She barely suppressed a chuckle, not wanting the other to feel even more embarrassment, gently plucking the smartphone from Veles’ hand and simply pressing the phone’s home button. Then the game closed just like that, and Lola handed it back to the other woman with a reassuring smile.
“Do not worry,” she’d softly begin, not the slightest hint of annoyance so much as crossing her face. “I myself had to face quite the learning-curve when I received my first phone~”
Lola took hold of one of Veles’ hands, placing the phone down on the other’s open palm, before taking the other and placing it over the phone, Lola’s hand still resting on Veles’.
“My name is Lola. Lola Abraham. I would be quite happy to teach you how to use it~”
As quickly as her panic set in, it ebbed away, watching with rapt attention as Lola backed out of the game. Looks like the little circle button at the bottom was how she could close things! Good to know, Veles would have an easier time navigating things. “Oh--ah, it’s, uhm, it’s not my phone.” A sheepish enough confession, lids lowered and her gaze averted, her blush coming back full force. “I didn’t, uhm, didn’t steal it or anything. My friend, they, uhm, they handed it to me and...where did they go?”
Craning her head to look this way and that Veles found herself frowning. Unbeknownst to her, Apath knew good and well she wouldn’t be able to resist playing with their phone, they were banking on it for that matter. Off to get her one of her own and put it on their plan while she familiarized herself with theirs as practice. Still, Lola’s hands touching hers brought about a moment of tension, gaze flicking back to other and awkwardly withdrawing.
She didn’t mind the familiarity behind the gesture, nor the gentleness. But for one wholly unused to being touched by much of anyone, save for the sparse few friends she’d made, it brought a sense of unease. Not quite discomfort but it wasn’t exactly something she enjoyed either.
“I’m, uhm...my name’s, uhm, my name’s--” A pause, a deep breath, avoiding eye contact. “Veles. Veles Petrushenkov. Uhm, if you’re still willing to, uhm, teach me how to use it even if it isn’t mine, I’d, uhm...I’d appreciate it. I don’t wanna accidentally, uhm, break their phone...”
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