He raises a brow at the mangling of his name. "Just call me Altaïr. And yes, I've not been here long."
He prods the settings and stares at the list of options.
"A bright, moving page like this, I suppose it's useful in the dark..." he mutters dubiously as he hits what he hopes is the option to edit his profile. It yields a page of the "lies", and the keyboard slides into view. The phone is small enough that he will not need both hands to type. Fortunate, as he is missing a finger on one of them. He painstakingly jabs out a word:
scholasfr
He frowns. The keys are too small for his fingers. He prides himself on being literate and able to spell. This is unacceptable.
grandpa no
He prods the settings and stares at the list of options.
"A bright, moving page like this, I suppose it's useful in the dark..." he mutters dubiously as he hits what he hopes is the option to edit his profile. It yields a page of the "lies", and the keyboard slides into view. The phone is small enough that he will not need both hands to type. Fortunate, as he is missing a finger on one of them. He painstakingly jabs out a word:
scholasfr
He frowns. The keys are too small for his fingers. He prides himself on being literate and able to spell. This is unacceptable.
"If I want to... go back, change it again..."