@zerobits
Ayato had just gotten himself a new phone since coming here, but somehow.... It had only been a day or two, but he’d already broken the thing. It wasn’t exactly surprising. His old phone had been a little bit more hardy, just an old flip phone he’d gotten who knows how long ago for the basics. It lasted through near anything, so he was a little shocked when he threw his new smartphone onto the bed... And the screen cracked horribly. He was traumatized. It was expensive, too. He massaged his forehead, getting a near headache from trying to figure out where to get it fixed and what to do.
Screen cracked, but phone still mostly useable, he did a few searches. Several people recommended tough phone cases for the brand he was using. They were expensive, and kind of ugly, but he figured it’d be better than another broken screen.
That much covered, he figured if he looked around he’d probably find someone who could help him with his phone somewhere or other. People were a little eccentric here, but it was useful. People of all sorts meant essentially anything could be covered, anything interesting at least. The rest mostly went to the sheep.
Finally, after chatting to a few people and asking for advice, he got told that a programmer frequented a cafe down the road, and he made his way there. He didn’t mind. He’d wanted a coffee anyways. He had plenty, seeing as he worked as a barista, but he wanted to try something new here and there.
Entering the shop, he saw the guy they’d described- light green hair, and red ink dabbled all over himself. Pretty distinctive.
“Hey,” he said, walking over and showing his phone, “do you think you can help? I’ve heard you’re good with this kind of thing from some other people, so. I have money on hand so I can always pay and stuff.”
