Gama's phone pings with a notification, then pings successively in a flurry of panicked follow ups. The first message contains a picture. It's slightly blurred, and clearly was sent unintentionally. The image is undoubtedly a nude featuring one shock-faced wind demon trying to catch the towel that only a second earlier had been tucked around his waist. The image shows the towel mid-fall and Jin's naked frame reflected in a cracked full-body mirror rested against the wall of his home. Other than his expression of panic, the picture is absolutely a nude, and it shows off everything about Jin's anatomy that counts. Whether he likes it or not.
The following texts light up Gama's screen in rapid succession:
Gama, I swear it's not what it looks like-
Or, well, fine, yer seein' clear as day what it is, an' yeh'd be right it's a nudie pic o' yer old comrade bein' a right idjit
Damned phones- don't know how to work 'em worth a damn, an' I swear me finger slipped, an' now half the goddamn world's gettin' an eyeful o' me full-frontal, skies be.
Jes' delete the thing, I beg of yeh. I'll do 'bout anythin' to bribe yeh fer it. Or jes' forget yeh saw anythin' an' move on along.
But if it's a favor yeh want, then know I'll not refuse. Sigh, but it's likely the least a demon can do to make up fer scarrin' everyone he knows...
Gama sputters a curse as his hands slips at the sound of the flurried buzzing on his phone, his perfect calligraphic stroke now a streak across the page. He looks over it in disgust, and then, muttering, snatches the parchment with his hand and crumples it before tossing it towards the nearby waste bin. It misses, hitting the rim before bouncing off harmlessly, but Gama seems to pay it no further mind. Setting the brush down neatly in its holder, Gama wipes his stained hands on a nearby rag before reaching for his phone with an irritated growl. Damn thing, why did he bother with these devices anyway? Only on Jin and Touya's insistence, likely, as a "better" way to keep in contact than carrier pigeon and secret missives. But its light was too bright, its noises too loud, and its interruptions too frequent. He has half a mind to crush the phone in his hands and be done with it, but as he picks it up, he sees the message is from Jin, and thinks better of it. He sighs, unlocking the screen. Gama wishes he had smashed the phone when he had the chance. Teeth gritted in a rising growl of annoyance, Gama flicks through the subsequent messages of debasing pleas for mercy and discretion. "Good grief," He expels, eyes rolling as he types his response. It's slow and cumbersome, but he's getting the hand of typing on this tiny screen, although sometimes he has to press a button several times for it to trigger.
>>Jin, why are you taking such vain portraits on your phone? And just how many people have received this accidental missive? Does TOUYA know what you've done? >>As for deleting it, why on EARTH would I want to keep it? I've seen enoughh of your parts s to last me a lifetime AS IS. At least you're looking healthy, although you could stand to EAT a little more. Your favvor to me will be teaching me how to TURN THIS DAMNED RINGGER OFF so you don't interrupt me like this again wwhile I'm busy! I've ruined half a script because of your nonsense! I thought this device was for EMERGENcIES and IMPORTANT MESSAGES ONLY!
Gama presses send. Perhaps that was enough scolding for one day. He sits back in his seat and sighs, phone laying loosely in his hand. For a shinobi, Jin could truly be quite careless, couldn't he? He was haphazard, but at least he was earnest and trustworthy. If he was your ally, you could be sure of it, and sure of his follow through. He picks up the phone one more time and adds a follow up message.
>>I've changed my mind. You mmay call me for less important businness, even triviall matters. After you've taught me how to silence the infernal ringing noises. @askjinthewindmaster
