Ren Amamiya

 She sat at an empty table at Jazz Jin, elbows on the table and her chin resting on her tented hands. She stared rather intently at a box, like it had personally offended her.

"Why...?"

Contained in the brightly coloured box, sealed with plastic, was a mobile phone. And not just a burner, either; it was the most modern touch screen model that the masses of the collective unconscious could come up with, manifest in the stores that also sprang from the masses. It would have all the features that a person in society could want, and would doubtlessly be useful for living a comfortable life.

So then...why was it wasted on her? Why was this given to her? Why did someone think, logically, she deserved this?

She didn't need it, let alone want just a model. She could just as easily buy a burner if she really needed it, and Gogo was sorely tempted to just throw the thing away, even if that was rude to the person who gave it to her.

She pushed the box away further from her, almost wholly off the table, as she angrily took up the rainbow drink that the cognitive!Muhen have given to her. Drowning her sorrows in mocktails seemed like the right call...