INBOX - NHD-C12-KRI-248 - IKARI, SHINJI

[forevalone]

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[forevalone]

_{[There's the temptation of laughing but Shinji manages to stop himself from doing so. Instead he holds out his hand for Ciel's black glass, a small smile on his lips.]}

Here, give me your black glass. I'll give you some. _{[A pause.]} Music, I mean. I'll copy some of the music I have on my device onto yours.

[alittlemaster]

[Reluctantly, Ciel hands over his device. It isn't that he doesn't trust Shinji, it's just that handing over something like the blackglass seems like handing over... a part of his soul, you could say.

Which is hilarious.] Copy the music? Wouldn't that take a long time? [He's thinking hand copying, or text copying. Writing a copy of musical sheets takes a long time, okay!

He doesn't know how anything modern works, fuck his life.]

[forevalone]

Not as long as you might think.

_{[Shinji takes the opportunity to copy and transfer a bunch of his music over for the other boy, most of it being instrumental, western classical music (Vivaldi, Bach, Handel, Mozart, Beethoven, Haydn etc...) and some pop music (Spice Girls included). There's also some traditional Japanese music thrown on there for good measure. It only takes less than a minute for everything to transfer over before Shinji's handing it back.]}

Here.

[alittlemaster]

[Wow. It really wasn't as long as he thought. In fact, it was likely hours, days, months shorter than he thought. Just a few seconds. He's surprised.

But also intrigued. It just adds ammunition to his weapon. Things were fast. The texting, instant. The calling, instant. Transferring files, instant. Thanks, Shinji, for adding wood to the fire.

Carefully, he takes the blackglass back, looking over the screen.] That was fast for so much music.

[forevalone]

I guess so...but it's better to be quick than having to wait around for it to transfer, right?

_{[No one likes waiting for shit to download.]}

[alittlemaster]

[True. Ciel is too old to even know to be angry about 56k-levels of download speed.

But it worked. He has music similar to what he had seen on Shinji's blackglass. To be honest, he's thankful. He has no books aside from Hamlet, and he is growing increasingly bored and withered of mind without things to keep him occupied during down-time, or things to read at night before bed when he can't sleep.

Now he has music.

There's a long pause as he watches the list of names scroll by when he uses his thumb. A long pause. So long, Shinji literally breaks the eternal youth condition and grows up, grows a beard, and turns grey.]

Thank you.

[forevalone]

<sub>[Yeah you can't bitch about dial-up, fancy pants.

In all honesty the stretch of silence ends up a little uncomfortable but thankfully before it becomes too much Ciel breaks it. At least he knows how to say thank you.]</sub>

You're welcome.