[ Ready for some fail Japanese? No? Well, someone is chatting away in his native tongue now. ]

Watashi no iPhone wa dokodesu ka? Korehananina no? Ā. Soreha-jō ni aru...

[ He huffs a sigh, and there is a moment or two of silence and then a string of words that sounds a little huffy and angry. Why yes, he is cursing in his native tongue. He falls silent again and then when he speaks up in English, he sounds a little embarrassed. ]

I dreamed that I was home again, before matters had brought me here. The times that had led up to an unpleasant episode are dear to my heart, but I had not thought they would become so immediate that I would forget where I am. I must apologize for my lack of manners. It was unseemly.

Tell me, what do you dream of?


[ooc; bad translations get: Where's my iPhone? What is this thing? Aa, it's on... ]

[Computers aren't out of the ordinary in Shibuya, but whatever this is, it's like some weird sci-fi movie device, and not anything Neku is used to. He has a computer at home that he barely uses, and it's a big, clunky thing. This thing is tiny and delicate-looking, and honestly, he feels like he might break it if he sneezes at it or something.

Typing on this... might be slow.]

so i guess no one here is from shibuya huh

[He doesn't type anything else for a few seconds, because... really, what is he supposed to say? He doesn't exactly use computers for social things.]

im neku

[--and then the video comes on, rather abruptly as his finger slips after pressing enter. There's a face visible, bleached-orange hair sticking down in front of a pair of wide blue eyes that are quickly narrowing.]

Rrgh... Where'd the text box go? Who even makes a keyboard this tiny...

[Hopefully no one gets ill from motion sickness easily, because the video suddenly skews all over the place, clearly being moved. It's over before long, though, with the video finally settling to show the front of a blue and black shirt. And just as quickly as the video feed started, it ends with the closing of the netbook.]