Round Two. [Audio | Cell Phone]

[smalltimer]

All right, like... [Says a nasal, prepubescent voice into a speaker.

A couple of keys beep. They do nothing to the connection. The kid projects.]

So how long are you supposed to friggin' go without gettin' pulse shit?

It's been, like - two damn months since I got one. 'N I think I only got the one, and it did nothing.

Friggin' sucks.

[He doesn't sound actively angry about it - maybe passively-aggressively disappointed is closer to the mark. All in all the recording is pretty idle.]

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[voice]

[nowi_wins]

I know, right? Like, I know so many people who have about a million cool echoes, and what do I get?

[A million is an exaggeration, but she definitely feels his pain.]

Not a whole lot, that's for sure.

[voice]

[smalltimer]

Echoes is kind of a dumb word. [A thought, not a jab.

But aye. To reiterate, rolls out:]

Suuuuuuuuuucks.

[On his end of the line, he's staring at his phone. Still lazily. And... oh why not follow up with the obvious question - he's reasonably wondering.]

What you get, anyway? I mean, yeah -- "not a whole lot", but like, you gotta know what, like -- at least one of the things you got is.

[voice]

[nowi_wins]

[ /Shrug]

Some people call them pulses, if you like that better.

[She sighs and ticks off each one of her echoes on her fingers. Which he can't see her doing anyway because voice, but from her tone, she is clearly unimpressed with what she has so far.]

I've got a couple of really silly memories, a weird book I can't read, and a rock.