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.”
It was actually becoming quite common for strangers to approach him and ask for help repairing their electronics or getting rid of computer viruses. It seemed that word spread quickly in this city. Though he didn’t mind, of course, since he enjoyed tinkering with the different kind of technology from what he was used to. He wanted all the practice he could get, and with Mikado being the friendly person that he was, he had already accepted and completed numerous favors that lead him to becoming quite well-known among other software developers and repair technicians in Stella City.
As of the moment, he was enjoying breakfast at the cafe he liked to visit. It was a friendly place with a nice atmosphere, allowing him to peacefully do work on his laptop whilst enjoying a cup of coffee. Recently however, he noticed that even more people had been approaching him at the cafe lately, specifically to ask for more favors. He couldn’t help but wonder who directed them here.
Today, again, he was approached by a man asking for help. Setting his coffee cup back down on the table, the older man glanced at the other curiously, then turned his attention to the cracked phone. Apparently the phones here were very easy to break; he could recall a couple other cases where kids came begging for help over their wrecked phones. At least to him they were easy to fix (he usually gave them an upgrade too, just to be nice), so Mikado didn’t see any reason to deny the man’s request.
“Hmm, I can take a look at it. Give it here,” he offered with a smile, taking the phone from the other man and inspecting it. It seemed rather new, and while the screen was shattered, the phone turned on just fine. He couldn’t investigate the damage much further thanks to the passcode, though.
Looking up again, he commented, “When did you buy this phone? It looks new. You might’ve just broken a world record...” Maybe that joke was a little rude. He didn’t seem to notice, though. “Are any of the other functions working properly?”
