<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">As Amell sat next to him and showed him the thing in his hand, Kazuma couldn't help his slow, all-consuming, curiosity. He leaned in close and watched as Amell did strange things to the item in his hand. When Amell tapped it and said 'cell-phone', Kazuma repeated the word, attempting to say it correctly. His accent likely destroyed the words but he hoped it was enough. Then Amell did something else and brought up a picture of a human.<br/>
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Kazuma frowned as Amell said 'human' whilst showing the picture. "I know human," Kazuma said, his tone somewhat annoyed, but it soon faded as Amell did something else. He watched, engrossed in the item called 'cell-phone'. He didn't understand most of it, but it was interesting. Just as he was getting somewhat used to the cell-phone, Amell did something else. With a yelp, Kazuma bolted upright on the bed, and fire ignited in his hand as images danced and colors flashed at him. <br/>
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It took him a moment to realize he was not in danger. When that set in, Kazuma crawled off the bed and slowly crept over to the dancing and singing pictures. He examined it, then looked at it from the side and behind it. Amell called it a 'TV' and Kazuma slowly repeated the strange sounding word. The square spoke to him in the common tongue. Kazuma looked over to Amell, then pointed to the TV. "TV tell common?"<br/>
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Kazuma turned his attention back to it. It would seem that instead of books, humans relied on this strange item to teach them things. <i>Well, this is better than nothing,</i> Kazuma thought. After all, he would be there for a while longer as he regained his power and healed the remainder of his wound. Slowly, he backed away from the TV and seated himself again on the bed. He was still tense and sometimes the flashing imagery made him jolt or bare his teeth. It never lasted though.</span>