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Vincent looked down at the small, sleek black device in his hand. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do with it. All he wanted was a phone, not...whatever this was. It was too complicated to be a simple phone. Marlene and Denzel had bought the device for him. They had set it up for him and everything. However, they had yet to show him how to use it. He knew how to use a phone; he wasn't dense. However, there were way too many icons on the screen and they weren't even real buttons. What did Marlene call it? Touch screen? What the hell did he need a touch screen for? All he was going to use the phone for was to call someone.
"What do you think, Mr. Valentine?" Denzel asked.
"Do you like it?" Marlene added.
"It's the latest model," Denzel said.
Vincent turned the phone over in his hand. "It's...nice," he replied.
Denzel took the phone and began flipping through the screens, explaining each little icon and showing Vincent what they did. Vincent tried to grasp what the youth was saying, but it sounded like a completely different language. When he was done, Denzel handed the phone back to Vincent for a quick quiz to see if he understood what had been said. Vincent stumbled his way through it; impressed that he had a good grasp on it.
Satisfied that Vincent had a handle on the phone, Denzel and Marlene ran over to the bar and sat down at the table to talk to Tifa. Vincent sat at his own table, going through the phone and studying the different icons again. He didn't know why he needed all of these...what were they? Applications? However, he guessed they just came with the phone. He knew the kid's hearts were in the right place when they bought the phone, but they had to know he wasn't as technology savvy as they were.
Getting lost in the phone, Vincent got up from the table and went into the back room. He looked around the room, knowing he had come in here for something; but what that something was, he now had no idea. Vincent flipped through the applications on his phone. Denzel frowned slightly upon seeing Vincent's distress.
"Is everything okay, Mr. Valentine?" the boy asked.
"What's the app that tells me what the hell I came in this room for?" Vincent called out.
Denzel and Marlene looked at each other. Marlene started to giggle and Denzel soon joined her. Apparently, there wasn't an app for everything.
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