#dreamsinsoo

/ten cups of coffee should be good for the next few hours, he decides, and he stacks the things on a tray before following you to a table and pulling a third chair over with his foot once he's seated to rest his feet atop the thing; I did somethin'. I don't even really know. I just looked it up on Google. /snorts softly and picks up his first cup of coffee, easily finishing it within seconds; I basically made a copy of the phone. Whatever show's up on one, shows up on the other. And whatever I do on my copy happens on the original.

/with a small nod, he follows at your side with his hands in his pockets, eyes looking this way and that from building to building in search of something to keep his attention from wandering too much, no matter how counterintuitive that may seem, and he offers a small snort in reply to your guess; Nah, blackmail’s not my thing. Try again.

Sure, I guess. You’ll have to pay, though, ‘cause I don’t have any cash on me right now. /with a small shrug, he stands as well, hands finding their way into his pockets, and he gives a short snort when you make a guess about what he’ll do with the phones; I guess I could, yeah. But that’s not really what I’m aimin’ for.

What's the fun in that? /after making sure the phones appear to have not been tampered with at all, he tucks them into separate pockets of his jacket and lifts one hand to scratch at his jaw; Maybe I'll tell you when I'm finished with the prank. It'll take a while.

/after making a few 'minour' adjustments to the chips and setting the things back into their respective circuit boards, he gets to putting everything back together again; Somethin' like that. /comes his answer, and he doesn't speak up again until he's finished re-assembling the phones, holding the devices up for inspection; But it'll be more fun.

/as silence ensues, he turns his focus to the phones in front of him, tinkering with the circuit board of the first phone until one of the conversion chips pops out, and as he works on doing the same for the second device,  he answers with all seriousness--; Not this time. /and he falls right back into messing with the phone, lips pursing slightly in concentration, though he does mumble a few things while working; Y'ever watch any spy films?

/his eyes seek out the interiour of the phone he's already picked apart when your expression takes a drastic turn towards weird, and he keeps his gaze fixed on his work as he picks up the second phone and begins to disassemble that one as well, pulling a few tiny tools out from his jacket pocket; I'm pullin' a prank on someone.

/looks up from where he's sitting on the ground, one dismantled cell phone in hand while a second sits in front of him, ready to be picked apart as well, and although it takes him a second to respond, he blinks once and gives a half-nod; ..'Sup.