[ Much like a toddler, Gray is engrossed by the smooth motion on the screen as Dokja taps away at it. It's just like the stuff she'd see in sci-fi movies when they wanted to emphasize that it was a Very Futuristic Society.
She takes the phone and hesitates with her finger poised over the screen. What's the TWSA, she asks you. It sounds very official. At least she knows about Photos, so that seems like a safer bet.
Since Dokja was comfortable with giving his phone to her, he's probably comfortable with her clicking around on it? She presses the Photos app, a little too firmly as if it were a physical button. It's 50/50 whether she'll accidentally mess with the widget itself or open the album for the whole world to see... ]
no subject
She takes the phone and hesitates with her finger poised over the screen. What's the TWSA, she asks you. It sounds very official. At least she knows about Photos, so that seems like a safer bet.
Since Dokja was comfortable with giving his phone to her, he's probably comfortable with her clicking around on it? She presses the Photos app, a little too firmly as if it were a physical button. It's 50/50 whether she'll accidentally mess with the widget itself or open the album for the whole world to see... ]