Outfit
Specialty shops were great. Some sold obscure knicknacks, some only sold boardgames and card games, and others sold electronics. Electronics were a wonder. Carter knew it because every time he played around with them he could feel Darla's keen interest over his shoulder, like putting his back too close to a warm fireplace. He got it, sorta. When she was breathing electricity wasn't so special but anything real clever was big and bulky and posh. Now Carter had more technology in a burner phone than anyone in her home town had seen in their entire lives. Most of it was so alien to his wife that she kind of glazed over it, and honestly he did that too for how mundane it was in his life. The happy middle ground for the two of them was radio.
Specifically his car's radio.
When he played around with speakers, wiring, throwing in a new system or just fixing something that burnt out (literally) in their car was a strange comfortable point between them. It was something Carter knew well but wasn't so alien and futuristic that Darla couldn't follow along as sh e watched. So it had become something they both oddly enjoyed, fixing and rebuilding, and rewiring sound systems and things into whatever car he was currently in.
Which is why he was buying a new radio today from an electronic shop in Easthaven. He'd been on the road for a few months but Darla liked the city of Easthaven and had made it clear she wanted to go back... by burning him enough to write the word on his chest. Oh it wouldn't scar- but it did turn red and peel a bit. Carter pouted and put the thought out of his mind as he glared at his top two picks for the car's new radio. He didn't care about the price so much as the performance and look. Specifically... one looked nicer but didn't work as good as the other.
He could maybe get both and try and swap the insides for the other but... good odds he trashed both. Then again, that just meant he could get a third one that might work just as well. Carter worried at his lip as he glared daggers at the two boxes for having the audacity of not being an easy choice.
Specialty shops were great. Some sold obscure knicknacks, some only sold boardgames and card games, and others sold electronics. Electronics were a wonder. Carter knew it because every time he played around with them he could feel Darla's keen interest over his shoulder, like putting his back too close to a warm fireplace. He got it, sorta. When she was breathing electricity wasn't so special but anything real clever was big and bulky and posh. Now Carter had more technology in a burner phone than anyone in her home town had seen in their entire lives. Most of it was so alien to his wife that she kind of glazed over it, and honestly he did that too for how mundane it was in his life. The happy middle ground for the two of them was radio.
Specifically his car's radio.
When he played around with speakers, wiring, throwing in a new system or just fixing something that burnt out (literally) in their car was a strange comfortable point between them. It was something Carter knew well but wasn't so alien and futuristic that Darla couldn't follow along as sh e watched. So it had become something they both oddly enjoyed, fixing and rebuilding, and rewiring sound systems and things into whatever car he was currently in.
Which is why he was buying a new radio today from an electronic shop in Easthaven. He'd been on the road for a few months but Darla liked the city of Easthaven and had made it clear she wanted to go back... by burning him enough to write the word on his chest. Oh it wouldn't scar- but it did turn red and peel a bit. Carter pouted and put the thought out of his mind as he glared at his top two picks for the car's new radio. He didn't care about the price so much as the performance and look. Specifically... one looked nicer but didn't work as good as the other.
He could maybe get both and try and swap the insides for the other but... good odds he trashed both. Then again, that just meant he could get a third one that might work just as well. Carter worried at his lip as he glared daggers at the two boxes for having the audacity of not being an easy choice.