Eric had never been very good at modernizing. "I'll stick to m'records, thanks," was all he really had to say on the subject when Alan begged him to update his phone, or get any social media with which to share pictures, or even get 'a decent internet connection, Eric, I mean really'. For though their mortal charges were still stuck in the time of steam engines, the reaper realm had progressed; staying one step ahead allowed them to predict complications, and improve their own present with humanity's future. Even the deathscythes were becoming more mechanical, with Grell and Ronald updating their weapons as soon as the option made itself available.
Sadly, old dog, new tricks. Eric wouldn't budge. His trusty saw, printed books - none o'that tablet nonsense - and ancient flip phone were there to stay. Texting him was an absolute nightmare.
{TEXT} Eric, when will you be home? I've got pasta on.
{TEXT} [Re:Eric,] dont know spears called lastminute meeting
{TEXT} An hour? Two hours?
{TEXT} [Re:An][Re:Eric,] probably 45 minutes maybe
{TEXT} ...Eric, your phone is doing that irritating thing again.
{TEXT} [Re:...Eric,][Re:An][Re:Eric,] what iritating thing
{TEXT} I am begging you. Hands and knees. Get a new phone.
{TEXT} [Re:I][Re:...Eric,][Re:An][Re:Eric,] (1/2) whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
{TEXT} [Re:I][Re:...Eric,][Re:An][Re:Eric,] yyyyyyy (2/2)
{TEXT} Picture messaging?
{TEXT} [Re:Picture][Re:I][Re:...Eric,][Re:An][Re:Eric,] ...listening
Very cheaty on the word count with this one. Eric's shit phone is loosely based on my old shit phone.