There's a click and a whir, and a round-faced boy in a starched white shirt appears on the screen. He doesn't seem aware that the comm unit is recording him; the feed shakes and spins disorientingly as he turns the device over and over, examining it with a steadily widening smile.
"It's really broadcasting? Gosh.He clears his throat and speaks
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No matter how user-friendly the comm unit makes itself, a tiny video feed just wasn't possible in 1930. This is clearly the coolest toy ever, and warrants more staring and fiddling.
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Yes, there's a big difference.
"Who're you?"
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Tim.
*Granted they've never actually met in person. But the voice on the other side of his room certainly hadn't sounded like a nine year old.*
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He squints at the video feed.
"Why's your shirt so bright?"
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It's tie dye.
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*Welp, he's not really sure what to do now.*
So ... gonna be a detective huh?
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That shirt is really distracting.
"The colors are neat. My mom sometimes wears a dress with red and blue and yellow, but I didn't know you could mix them like that."
The dress Mark's thinking of was probably also less neon, with more flowers.
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*He'll just velcro up his white scrub shirt.*
What do you want to investigate?
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But okay, detective times!
"Everything! Conspiracies, smuggling rings, corrupt officials...all of it. I want to help people, and stop the bad guys."
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*He's a bit unsure what to do with a pint sized detective.*
How will you know who the bad guys are?
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He's done his homework on this.
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