"His username is pai sho, two words!" he snaps at the shopkeeper, turning away from Iroh sharply. It's too early for these games...
The man gives Zuko a strange look, then smiles at poor old Iroh, and punches in the username. Indeed, an account comes up on the screen, showing also the serial number of the device Iroh burned. The man checks to make sure it matches, a few digits hard to read for scorch marks that traveled, but it appears to be in order.
"All right, this seems to be you! Now, are you sure you don't want that Pineapple ePhone? Because it really is a good deal, and the new ePhone can do so much more than this model you have now. You can even—"
"Please," Zuko interrupts the sales spiel once more in a haggard voice. "Just get us one like this one..." He shoves his own phone closer to the man across the counter.
"...Yes, sir..." the man says dubiously through narrowed eyes, his own patience being tried now by this young grump. "One moment, please." He shoots Iroh a sympathetic smile and steps away, leaving his quiet coworker there smirking over this whole interaction as he peruses some paperwork off to the side.
Zuko heaves a sigh and turns to Iroh with a less sympathetic expression, but says nothing, feeling a wave of relief as he leans against the counter. He'll ask more about Iroh's money when the man comes back.
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The man gives Zuko a strange look, then smiles at poor old Iroh, and punches in the username. Indeed, an account comes up on the screen, showing also the serial number of the device Iroh burned. The man checks to make sure it matches, a few digits hard to read for scorch marks that traveled, but it appears to be in order.
"All right, this seems to be you! Now, are you sure you don't want that Pineapple ePhone? Because it really is a good deal, and the new ePhone can do so much more than this model you have now. You can even—"
"Please," Zuko interrupts the sales spiel once more in a haggard voice. "Just get us one like this one..." He shoves his own phone closer to the man across the counter.
"...Yes, sir..." the man says dubiously through narrowed eyes, his own patience being tried now by this young grump. "One moment, please." He shoots Iroh a sympathetic smile and steps away, leaving his quiet coworker there smirking over this whole interaction as he peruses some paperwork off to the side.
Zuko heaves a sigh and turns to Iroh with a less sympathetic expression, but says nothing, feeling a wave of relief as he leans against the counter. He'll ask more about Iroh's money when the man comes back.