Nah Cause. Death Having A Phone Is Basically Mothers Having A Phone. He Deadass Would Stare At The Said

Nah cause. Death having a phone is basically mothers having a phone. He deadass would stare at the said device like mothers do.

HE WOULD HELP I GOTAA WRITE A SMALL ONESHOT OF THIS IN FACT IM GONNA WRITE THIS JUST FOR YOU CAUSE I NEALY SPAT OUT MY DRINK.

They/ them pronouns small part of my previous death post to those who might see this one first.

“How the hell does that small box work”? The grey wolf asked sitting next to you as you just hung up on your friend from having a small conversation about their partner.

“Oh my phone, I actually don’t know how but it’s easier to communicate then traveling miles for a month to the next state over to tell your friend about the new pair of pants you got”. He chucked at the memory from even when you were born of the many people traveling in the 1800 to deliver a message.

“Well that’s true, but it still makes me wonder about how mortals come up with stuff like this”. You paused and you started to think about it also. “It does, hey why don’t I get you a phone”? You offered. He took a minute to think about it. “Please I’ll help you figure it out”. You said your eyes filling with a bit of excitement of how you could mess with him.

“Alright”. He replied and you smiled at him and simply got up from your couch and grabbed your wallet. “Where are you going”? He asked an eyebrow raised. “To the store to get you a phone I’ll be back in about 30 minutes”. You responded heading out the door. He simply watched as your car drove off. “Aye mortals are so interesting”. He muttered to him self while reaching for the remote. He knew how to work the tv. He’s chose a random channel and waited for you to return.

After what felt like an hour you pulled up into your driveway. As soon as he heard the door shut from your car he was standing near the door. “Sorry that took longer then expected traffic was annoying”. You stated putting your wallet down, he saw the plastic bag hanging from your forearm. “Oh here hold this while I got to the bathroom”. You gave him the bag and ran to your bathroom.

He took the bag and opened it, inside there was a phone, perfume, and a small dog plush. “Why do they need this is they have me”? He slightly grumbled at the dog. Walking back out of the bathroom you grabbed the phone and in wrapped it. You turned it on did all the stuff set him up an apple/ google account.

“Now let me show you the basics”. You showed him the general stuff of how to use the camera, the phone, messages, etc. “now you try take a photo of the plushie”. You said holding the small dog plush up.

He tried to take a photo only for him not to realize that the camera was pointing to him and he took a photo of his face instead. “Send that to me later”. “Mi Amor how do you send photos”? You sigh and help him out with sending you pictures. It’s gonna be a long night.

Sorry it’s not really focused on the main idea I got carried away in the first part forgive me.