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[motherbored]

[There is a young girl sitting out at a table in a clearing somewhere with a laptop on the table and a sign that reads:

Technological diagnostics and repairs*

*Repairs and original inanimate state of object not guaranteed.]

[She seems to be drumming her fingers on the table in a bored manner]

Comments

[textbooktsun]

Not guaranteed, huh?

[motherbored]

I'd rather not make blanket promises.

[textbooktsun]

...That's probably smart, in a place like this.

[motherbored]

Mostly just a personal preference.

[textbooktsun]

What, you have experience with that kind of thing?

[motherbored]

You could say that.

[textbooktsun]

Figures.

[motherbored]

What's that supposed to mean?

[textbooktsun]

Just that it seems like almost everyone here is used to things like 'your cell phone might get up and walk away'.

[motherbored]

[Two stalked eyes emerge from the laptop. They swivel around and then focus on Hiroki]

Not just cell phones.

[Sprouts spindly legs and hops off the table]

[textbooktsun]

W-what...

[textbooktsun]

[motherbored]

[Sticks her head under the table]

Spot! You knew he was going to be uncomfortable with that!

[Surfaces again]

Sorry about that.

[textbooktsun]

Your laptop thinks it's funny.

[motherbored]

He has a wry sense of humor.

[textbooktsun]

Good for him. Ah... I guess that does make you an expert.