"Like— Like gifts for the dragons! Or for Azula. O-Or for other friends. And wh-whatever else, I dunno, Uncle, expenses!" He's defensive, why is he defensive? Life has expenses! Also, why is he buying gifts for the dragons...? He does that...?! Zunyan says um, yeah, no, don't stop?!
“I’d rather not, Uncle… We’ve gotten along just fine this long. I’ve been on my own several months now! I even worked like 30 hours a week in Lunatia!” He’s deflecting. He doesn’t want to look over his budget with Iroh. That would involve receipts. Receipts for things he didn’t purchase. Yet mysteriously owns. Like, uh, almost all his food, that which isn’t overpriced delivery takeout. Ahem. No, thanks. But in Lunatia, it’s true he did better budgeting… …largely because his boss fed him every shift and he also somehow managed to find himself and his fellow hapless aristocratic teenage boy roommates a free private chef. But he’s conveniently leaving those details out when bragging about supporting himself on his tedious part-time job as a busboy.
"...No," he mutters, looking to the ground, watching his feet as they walk. But he turns back to Iroh after a beat, still keen on defending himself here, clearly. "But that's because I do quests now, Uncle — not a real job! They're like— stupid errands. Or missions. Or I dunno, tasks. There's another kind of bulletin board on the phone where people post requests for all the different things they want done, and that's how we all make money here. So I just do lots of random quests that don't seem too aggravating to deal with. Some of it's tedious, some of it's adventurous, but that's how Azula and I get paid."
That all stood up until lumping Azula in somehow. She's not exactly the type to make a living doing other people's chores and tedious tasks they'd rather pay others to do than do themselves, at least not enough to create a balanced household with equally shared financial responsibility like he's trying to paint this picture. There's clearly something not being accounted for that Zuko's just as clearly not willing to admit to. And it will just have to remain between the lines until he's ready to either admit it or get a real job and stop stealing hot chips and flavored water from the convenience store and pretending it counts as harmlessly acquiring sustenance in a moral grey zone...
"Please do, Uncle," he says with glib defiance. "It's true I do more quests than Azula. But you should definitely join me on some. You'll do many of your own, too. You'll see."
Thankfully, since most everyone supports themselves on quests, there is no shortage on dangerous opportunities for people to break their phones, making Avalon a pretty profitable place to own a mobile phone store, which gives Zuko and Iroh now a rather nearby option. They’ve reached the phone store already, and just in time, too. Because Zuko can’t anticipate the questions Iroh asks half the time, the old man a much better pai sho player socially than Zuko is, it’s not a moment too soon that they can divert the topic away from Zuko’s thievery.
Zuko holds the door open for Iroh as they enter, then follows him in. There are two phone salesmen kibbitzing at the counter and no other customers this early in the morning. The salesmen are on their game, though, not even aware they’ve just got two out-of-touch folks and one young grouch who’s easy to swindle. The pair gets an enthusiastic welcome from one of the salesmen, who’s beaming at Zuko when he walks up to the counter with a scowl.
“We need a new phone,” he says pointedly. “Uncle— give them the old one.” He points at the counter, gruff and avoiding eye contact with the expectant employees. Oh, boy. Here we go.
"There are words such as please and thank you, Zuko," he chided gently. He bowed to the employees. "Apologies for my nephew." He set his phone on the counter. "We were hopping you would be able to fix this fine device, it appears to have taken some damage."
if you want to write the other salesman you can, idc, i figured wiggle room would be best with this!
"It appears to have taken some damage, indeed! What got you? Dragon? Fae? Was it that one quest on the questboard yesterday? Whoo, what a doozy!" The one salesman is cheerful and talkative, treating this lightly despite his obvious incredulous expression on his face. Zuko just grimaces and looks to his uncle from the corner of his eye. Ha. Explain. He's not.
"It is hard to tell what exactly broke it, since multiple things seemed to happen at once," he said with his kindly old man smile and gentling of his voice. "But before it broke we were having some issues getting it to work. I do think that perhaps a Dragon was indeed involved." The Dragon of the West, anyway.
"What? Uncle, what dragon?!" Zuko's tone is harsh at first, surprised and confused, looking to the old man, but after a moment, the joke dawns on him, and his face falls flat. "...Oh."
He's gotten slightly better at catching jokes, but he's still slow on the uptake. The salesman seems amused.
"Well! I think this thing's kaput! Dragons can be tricky, it's true. We have a promotion going on for the new Pineapple ePhone 17! We even offer an extended payment plan for just—"
Zuko cuts the cheerful man's spiel off, shoving his own perfectly intact, non-burnt phone onto the counter. It's a cheap starter model they gave him when he arrived. A very basic, old smart phone. His voice is clipped when he interrupts the man mid-sentence, leaving the man looking flummoxed.
He just gave Zuko a long look until the boy caught on, and tried very hard not to smack his face with his hand.
"Zuko, let the man speak. Even if we do not want what he has to sell, we will not know for certain if we cut him off. When your life is in danger always take the time to listen to others. There is no one in this world that does not have something of interest to say."
Zuko barely keeps himself from rolling his eyes, and just looks away. Both the salesmen look thoroughly confused by this pair. What a morning already... What'd these guys do to this phone — upon closer inspection, did a dragon do this...?! The previously exuberant man shoots a worried look to his coworker, in case the other man wants to chime in, but also as if to say: Are these guys for real?!
"Uh— th-this model it is, then..." he stammers, picking up Zuko's phone to examine it. "I'm not going to be able to get the SIM card out of that phone, just so you know."
"We don't care about that, as long as you can still get the money out of it."
"Uh— Excuse me?" The man sets Zuko's phone down with the most bewildered expression, throwing another odd glance to his coworker before turning to the older man as if he could provide some explanation that somehow... he's sure the old man can't.
"My nephew says that there is money inside that phone. I do not know how to use the tiny message board inside of it yet, but I should at least hold onto my money for tea."
idk how avalon technology works, im fuckin making this up as we go along lol...
The shopkeepers are just looking at each other wildly confused. What's... happening...?
"Um— I think there's been some misunderstanding... Are you talking about your gold...?"
"Yes, the gold, the money, what else!" Zuko retorts, barely containing a groan.
Meantime, the employee who'd not spoken yet can barely contain a smirk and a snicker, suddenly realizing what the problem is here. The helpful man just shoots his coworker a scolding look, then turns to the fancy hi-tech computer at their counter.
"...Since we can't get the SIM card out, we can still trace your account other ways to set you up a new one in your new phone. What's the username?" the man says, clicking away at the large touchscreen, ready to search.
Zuko turns to Iroh with a flat yet expectant look, like okay, here's your first test.
"Uncle, we just set it up...! Your favorite game!" Zuko's losing his patience. The shopkeeper must think he's the meanest nephew. He wasn't there for the series of failed phone calls, though.
"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.
"There is no need to be angry at these people, Zuko," he said softly as the employee walked away. He rested a hand on the boy's back. "They have their job to do. When you worked in the tea shop, you had a job to do as well. Perhaps I should open a new tea shop here..."
So Zuko would have to work with customers again. It had been good for him, after all.
"Uncle, he keeps trying to sell us that popular expensive phone even though I've been clear I want this one...! It's better if you have the same phone as I do so neither of us is confused!" He's missing the point; or rather, as they so often are, they're arguing two points, and Zuko's focus is on his perspective in this situation, a clearcut goal that is not being achieved. That aggravates him maybe more than it should, but he was already on a frayed last nerve. He doesn't even realize how angry he's coming off as.
Practicing his people skills at work again would help him; he'd not yet found a restaurant job here in Avalon, relying on quests and... other means... to support himself. And surely Azula's not by his side encouraging him to take up his lucrative career as a busboy again, or even better, shoot for the stars as a waiter! He's indeed becoming out of touch again, though, and it shows in how he's so easily aggravated by a couple of failed sales pitches. Not like Zuko was ever great about hyping up daily specials in the teashops, though...
"Because that is his job, Zuko. And possibly, given that he knows more about this than we do, because he is trying to help. If your friend was trying to sell drinks to people, the one you told me about. If he offered his cheap fake tea that you mentioned for a small amount of money, and a proper jasmine tea for more, and you had to work for him.. wouldn't you also try to convince people to buy the jasmine tea? We do not know enough to know if they are pushing because they are told to, or because they are right. The answer is to observe, prince Zuko, and to learn which it is. But in neither case is it a cause for anger. At worst, they are doing what they must in order to continue to get paid. At best they are doing that as well as genuinely trying to help us. Perhaps the other one is easier to use, perhaps not. But we will not learn by losing our temper."
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That all stood up until lumping Azula in somehow. She's not exactly the type to make a living doing other people's chores and tedious tasks they'd rather pay others to do than do themselves, at least not enough to create a balanced household with equally shared financial responsibility like he's trying to paint this picture. There's clearly something not being accounted for that Zuko's just as clearly not willing to admit to. And it will just have to remain between the lines until he's ready to either admit it or get a real job and stop stealing hot chips and flavored water from the convenience store and pretending it counts as harmlessly acquiring sustenance in a moral grey zone...
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Was that a plural you? Singular? The world may never know.
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Zuko holds the door open for Iroh as they enter, then follows him in. There are two phone salesmen kibbitzing at the counter and no other customers this early in the morning. The salesmen are on their game, though, not even aware they’ve just got two out-of-touch folks and one young grouch who’s easy to swindle. The pair gets an enthusiastic welcome from one of the salesmen, who’s beaming at Zuko when he walks up to the counter with a scowl.
“We need a new phone,” he says pointedly. “Uncle— give them the old one.” He points at the counter, gruff and avoiding eye contact with the expectant employees. Oh, boy. Here we go.
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if you want to write the other salesman you can, idc, i figured wiggle room would be best with this!
"It appears to have taken some damage, indeed! What got you? Dragon? Fae? Was it that one quest on the questboard yesterday? Whoo, what a doozy!" The one salesman is cheerful and talkative, treating this lightly despite his obvious incredulous expression on his face. Zuko just grimaces and looks to his uncle from the corner of his eye. Ha. Explain. He's not.
Lol, okay
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He's gotten slightly better at catching jokes, but he's still slow on the uptake. The salesman seems amused.
"Well! I think this thing's kaput! Dragons can be tricky, it's true. We have a promotion going on for the new Pineapple ePhone 17! We even offer an extended payment plan for just—"
Zuko cuts the cheerful man's spiel off, shoving his own perfectly intact, non-burnt phone onto the counter. It's a cheap starter model they gave him when he arrived. A very basic, old smart phone. His voice is clipped when he interrupts the man mid-sentence, leaving the man looking flummoxed.
"We want one like this. ...Please."
See? He remembered his manners, Iroh.
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"Zuko, let the man speak. Even if we do not want what he has to sell, we will not know for certain if we cut him off. When your life is in danger always take the time to listen to others. There is no one in this world that does not have something of interest to say."
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"Uh— th-this model it is, then..." he stammers, picking up Zuko's phone to examine it. "I'm not going to be able to get the SIM card out of that phone, just so you know."
"We don't care about that, as long as you can still get the money out of it."
"Uh— Excuse me?" The man sets Zuko's phone down with the most bewildered expression, throwing another odd glance to his coworker before turning to the older man as if he could provide some explanation that somehow... he's sure the old man can't.
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idk how avalon technology works, im fuckin making this up as we go along lol...
"Um— I think there's been some misunderstanding... Are you talking about your gold...?"
"Yes, the gold, the money, what else!" Zuko retorts, barely containing a groan.
Meantime, the employee who'd not spoken yet can barely contain a smirk and a snicker, suddenly realizing what the problem is here. The helpful man just shoots his coworker a scolding look, then turns to the fancy hi-tech computer at their counter.
"...Since we can't get the SIM card out, we can still trace your account other ways to set you up a new one in your new phone. What's the username?" the man says, clicking away at the large touchscreen, ready to search.
Zuko turns to Iroh with a flat yet expectant look, like okay, here's your first test.
I have no clue as well, so.... lol
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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.
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So Zuko would have to work with customers again. It had been good for him, after all.
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Practicing his people skills at work again would help him; he'd not yet found a restaurant job here in Avalon, relying on quests and... other means... to support himself. And surely Azula's not by his side encouraging him to take up his lucrative career as a busboy again, or even better, shoot for the stars as a waiter! He's indeed becoming out of touch again, though, and it shows in how he's so easily aggravated by a couple of failed sales pitches. Not like Zuko was ever great about hyping up daily specials in the teashops, though...
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12 years late, hello, lol, sorry
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