It was midafternoon when he had picked up the land line at the house to call Fin to ask him if he was able to come over to help with things. The Dark Man rarely requested help at home being that he was capable of fixing everything up to the point it was an electrical issue. Tag had been clear, though, that this was for help and not a social visit.
Fin said he'd be right over, wondering what on earth Tag might need his help with because Tag was very independent and capable. The type of man that prided himself on it. Also, there were so few things at which Fin considered himself skilled enough to school others. It wasn't a long drive over there, his beat up metal truck pulling up in the lane in front of the house. He climbed out and jogged up to the porch so he could knock on the door. "Tag, it be Fin," calling out in his customary manner whenever seeking entrance to another's house.
The door opened. Under the dark glass locks of hair hung a somewhat pensive expression. It was lightened briefly by a partial smile in greeting before his arm extended, opening the door fully for Fin before he stepped back.
The front door opened immediately to the living room with a small area to the immediate right where the shoes were kept. Their son, Ame, was on an unfurled baby blue blanket with some toys. He had discovered the joy of sitting upright on his own and was mostly working on that crawling bit. Tag motioned to the couch, where he sat on one end and surveyed with a heavy expression the items on the table. Prominently and neatly placed there was a black cellphone. It looked rather innocuous, sitting there as it was.
Tag was not a man of effusive expression and so the small half smile was enough for Fin to know he was welcome. He returned a warm grin, nodding to the man as he brushed past into the house. "Good afternoon," he murmured, glancing to the motion in his periphery. The Scot's expression brightened considerably to see the wee lad on the floor. Fin made a beeline for him, cooing in Gaelic while Ame smiled and babbled in his baby language. Fin picked him up to buss a kiss to his cheek before glancing down at Tag.
"I want to make a text for Madi." His hands wrapped around his bent knees as he leaned forward to look at it and then to Fin, "It won't."
Brows rose and he looked between Tag and the phone - it took a moment for the dots to connect and then he chuckled and nodded. "Aye, o' course." Now it made sense. Technology was the one thing over which Fin had an edge in comparison to the handy man. Barely. By the skin of his teeth. He still sometimes considered computers to run on magic.
Taking a seat next to Tag on the couch, Ame was balanced on his lap, arms a loose cage around him while he picked up the phone. Made sure it was on before finding the main screen where the little phone icon was usually placed. Next to that was a strange little picture of a yellow box but it had the word 'Messages' underneath so he figured that was it. "See this here?" pointing to the picture and word combination for Tag's benefit. Little fingers tried to grab for the shiny phone but Fin kept it beyond the babe's reach. "If ye want to send a word message tha' ye type, ye touch this wee yellow box."
What he knew was that on the porch at the inn Fin and Madi would text each other, so it had to be a skill he possessed. What he had wanted to do was to surprise her with a message, but he was inadvertently trying to email her phone number instead of send a text message. The small envelope icon had seemed like the right one to use when trying to do that. Looking up from the phone he reached over, giving his index finger to Ame to grab ahold of. Ame was relatively happy, kicking his legs a few times over because that was a new thing he loved to do.
"That one?" Wrong box, apparently. Tag's free hand reached over to tap on the screen as Fin had indicated. There were two saved contacts in his phone, obviously, but there were so few numbers he was required to call. He had Madison's cell and Charlie's bar memorized. Beyond that, Fin and Charlie's numbers were hand written and taped over the landline in the kitchen for him.
"Aye. There be no messages now but when ye do send her a message, ye will see it there. An' if she replies, ye will see it there, as well." Not that there was a question of whether or not she'd reply but that was how the instruction came tumbling out of his mouth. "Yer phone may make a noise or vibrate when she does reply to ye, to let ye know." Ame leaned on Fin's arm, drool leaking down his wee chin as he stared at the digital screen.
Fin pulled up the two contacts Tag had in his phone and touched Madi's name to bring up the texting keyboard at the bottom of the screen. "When ye want to type somethin' to her, just touch her name here in this screen. An' now, tap out the letters ye like. When ye want to put a space between words, ye touch this one," indicating the space bar.
The phone was handed over to Tag for experimenting and in the meantime, Fin leaned back against the couch and lifted Ame over his head to see if he could make the baby laugh.
Ame was in a good mood. Fin had arrived not too long after a diaper change and feeding, so he was ready to kick his legs, look around and make noise.
The screen with the keyboard hidden under glass glowed at him. His mind became a void for a moment where all he could do was stare at it, waiting for inspiration. What did Fin and Madi text each other? Taking his bottom lip between his teeth he looked at Fin and Ame, his smile appearing shortly and then his attention going back down to the screen.
Dear Madison. This is Tag. I bought a cell phone today for calls and the text messages. I do not have email. Going to get more milk and ammunition so do not worry about getting those. Sincerely, Baby.
There was a look to Fin as he angled the phone towards him for approval, followed by the question, "And now she has it and will write me back?"
Ame did end up drooling onto Fin's jaw but he didn't mind, just wiped it on his shoulder and kept it going. Currently, the baby was settled against his chest, trying to grab handfuls of Fin's mouth and cheeks while blowing raspberries.
Brows rose as he tilted his head, surprised Tag would want him to see the message (what if it was personal or...intimate?) but he read it quickly (for him). "Well, ye have to send it. See this wee arrow here?" pointing next to the text box where he typed. "Ye've only typed the message, ye have to send it off before it will get to her."
"When will she get it?" He pressed the arrow as Fin told him to. There was the swish sound that followed, which he blinked at and then the screen showed the message he had just sent. Huh. "I told it to send..." Ame let out a squeal, either to get attention from them or because making noise was still a fun new thing for him to be doing. It had the effect of making Tag's firm expression jump to the boy's dark eyes and smile.
Realizing at that time that he had been so fixed on the mission of the cellphone, he blinked and looked towards the kitchen, "Can I get you something to drink or a snack? There is still some chips."
"Eh, well, tha' depends. It takes a wee moment or two to get to her phone an' if she no' be lookin' at it now, it will be waitin' whene'er she does look at it next." So it depended upon their service and whatever Madi was up to that was keeping her busy. The squeal had Fin grinning, laughing softly along before pretending to eat the baby's stomach. Ame squealed some more and tugged on Fin's hair.
He had to peer around the form of Tag's child to answer the invitation for refreshment. "I would like some water, please. An apple if ye have it but no chips, thank ye." He was happy having baby time. "How have ye been?"
Not that it had been a terrible long time since he last saw Tag but he liked to stay abreast of current happenings.
(( Thanks to FinMack for rping this scene.))
Fin said he'd be right over, wondering what on earth Tag might need his help with because Tag was very independent and capable. The type of man that prided himself on it. Also, there were so few things at which Fin considered himself skilled enough to school others. It wasn't a long drive over there, his beat up metal truck pulling up in the lane in front of the house. He climbed out and jogged up to the porch so he could knock on the door. "Tag, it be Fin," calling out in his customary manner whenever seeking entrance to another's house.
The door opened. Under the dark glass locks of hair hung a somewhat pensive expression. It was lightened briefly by a partial smile in greeting before his arm extended, opening the door fully for Fin before he stepped back.
The front door opened immediately to the living room with a small area to the immediate right where the shoes were kept. Their son, Ame, was on an unfurled baby blue blanket with some toys. He had discovered the joy of sitting upright on his own and was mostly working on that crawling bit. Tag motioned to the couch, where he sat on one end and surveyed with a heavy expression the items on the table. Prominently and neatly placed there was a black cellphone. It looked rather innocuous, sitting there as it was.
Tag was not a man of effusive expression and so the small half smile was enough for Fin to know he was welcome. He returned a warm grin, nodding to the man as he brushed past into the house. "Good afternoon," he murmured, glancing to the motion in his periphery. The Scot's expression brightened considerably to see the wee lad on the floor. Fin made a beeline for him, cooing in Gaelic while Ame smiled and babbled in his baby language. Fin picked him up to buss a kiss to his cheek before glancing down at Tag.
"I want to make a text for Madi." His hands wrapped around his bent knees as he leaned forward to look at it and then to Fin, "It won't."
Brows rose and he looked between Tag and the phone - it took a moment for the dots to connect and then he chuckled and nodded. "Aye, o' course." Now it made sense. Technology was the one thing over which Fin had an edge in comparison to the handy man. Barely. By the skin of his teeth. He still sometimes considered computers to run on magic.
Taking a seat next to Tag on the couch, Ame was balanced on his lap, arms a loose cage around him while he picked up the phone. Made sure it was on before finding the main screen where the little phone icon was usually placed. Next to that was a strange little picture of a yellow box but it had the word 'Messages' underneath so he figured that was it. "See this here?" pointing to the picture and word combination for Tag's benefit. Little fingers tried to grab for the shiny phone but Fin kept it beyond the babe's reach. "If ye want to send a word message tha' ye type, ye touch this wee yellow box."
What he knew was that on the porch at the inn Fin and Madi would text each other, so it had to be a skill he possessed. What he had wanted to do was to surprise her with a message, but he was inadvertently trying to email her phone number instead of send a text message. The small envelope icon had seemed like the right one to use when trying to do that. Looking up from the phone he reached over, giving his index finger to Ame to grab ahold of. Ame was relatively happy, kicking his legs a few times over because that was a new thing he loved to do.
"That one?" Wrong box, apparently. Tag's free hand reached over to tap on the screen as Fin had indicated. There were two saved contacts in his phone, obviously, but there were so few numbers he was required to call. He had Madison's cell and Charlie's bar memorized. Beyond that, Fin and Charlie's numbers were hand written and taped over the landline in the kitchen for him.
"Aye. There be no messages now but when ye do send her a message, ye will see it there. An' if she replies, ye will see it there, as well." Not that there was a question of whether or not she'd reply but that was how the instruction came tumbling out of his mouth. "Yer phone may make a noise or vibrate when she does reply to ye, to let ye know." Ame leaned on Fin's arm, drool leaking down his wee chin as he stared at the digital screen.
Fin pulled up the two contacts Tag had in his phone and touched Madi's name to bring up the texting keyboard at the bottom of the screen. "When ye want to type somethin' to her, just touch her name here in this screen. An' now, tap out the letters ye like. When ye want to put a space between words, ye touch this one," indicating the space bar.
The phone was handed over to Tag for experimenting and in the meantime, Fin leaned back against the couch and lifted Ame over his head to see if he could make the baby laugh.
Ame was in a good mood. Fin had arrived not too long after a diaper change and feeding, so he was ready to kick his legs, look around and make noise.
The screen with the keyboard hidden under glass glowed at him. His mind became a void for a moment where all he could do was stare at it, waiting for inspiration. What did Fin and Madi text each other? Taking his bottom lip between his teeth he looked at Fin and Ame, his smile appearing shortly and then his attention going back down to the screen.
Dear Madison. This is Tag. I bought a cell phone today for calls and the text messages. I do not have email. Going to get more milk and ammunition so do not worry about getting those. Sincerely, Baby.
There was a look to Fin as he angled the phone towards him for approval, followed by the question, "And now she has it and will write me back?"
Ame did end up drooling onto Fin's jaw but he didn't mind, just wiped it on his shoulder and kept it going. Currently, the baby was settled against his chest, trying to grab handfuls of Fin's mouth and cheeks while blowing raspberries.
Brows rose as he tilted his head, surprised Tag would want him to see the message (what if it was personal or...intimate?) but he read it quickly (for him). "Well, ye have to send it. See this wee arrow here?" pointing next to the text box where he typed. "Ye've only typed the message, ye have to send it off before it will get to her."
"When will she get it?" He pressed the arrow as Fin told him to. There was the swish sound that followed, which he blinked at and then the screen showed the message he had just sent. Huh. "I told it to send..." Ame let out a squeal, either to get attention from them or because making noise was still a fun new thing for him to be doing. It had the effect of making Tag's firm expression jump to the boy's dark eyes and smile.
Realizing at that time that he had been so fixed on the mission of the cellphone, he blinked and looked towards the kitchen, "Can I get you something to drink or a snack? There is still some chips."
"Eh, well, tha' depends. It takes a wee moment or two to get to her phone an' if she no' be lookin' at it now, it will be waitin' whene'er she does look at it next." So it depended upon their service and whatever Madi was up to that was keeping her busy. The squeal had Fin grinning, laughing softly along before pretending to eat the baby's stomach. Ame squealed some more and tugged on Fin's hair.
He had to peer around the form of Tag's child to answer the invitation for refreshment. "I would like some water, please. An apple if ye have it but no chips, thank ye." He was happy having baby time. "How have ye been?"
Not that it had been a terrible long time since he last saw Tag but he liked to stay abreast of current happenings.
(( Thanks to FinMack for rping this scene.))