@poaeise asked: ❝ it takes a moment for his words to register, but once they do, rachel tilts her head.  eyes meeting his. '' this ? oh, it's an iphone. looks like a lot going on, i know. but it's not as complicated as it seems. here. take a look.'' / heard u wanted the rabbit man to have tech sjflksjdlk. ❞ ( random indulgent ask <3 )

He had been watching attentively, the growing curiosity over everything else giving rise to the question. Once, he had been all too familiar with the newest technology, constantly searching for ways to implement it into his own work. In another life, he could have done more than build animatronics. Technology had long sense passed him by, however, if the item—the "phone"—in Rachel's hand was anything to judge by.

She indulged him—more than he expected given their history—and he took two heavy steps closer. Any other time the movement might have been threatening, but his eyes were trained on the device. He took it with all the care he could manage given his predicament, a faint clicking accompanying the movement of his eyes searching the screen. "This. . . isn't a phone. It's a computer." Once upon a time he had experimented with microprocessor-like chips in his animatronics. He couldn't even fathom what powered this device. The fingers on his free hand twitched. He wanted to open it, catch the exposed ends of endoskeleton under the seams and pull it open. He had always learned best by taking apart and putting back together. He imagined that even starting to do that wouldn't go over well. He resisted. Barely. "I could've created. . . so much more with this. . . technology." His words were rasped out mostly to himself. He finally pressed one of his remaining intact fingers to a tile on the screen, the jaw of the suit twitching when it loaded up. Fascinating. "Tell me how it works."