As much as his best friend may have been trying to talk him into going out and doing things while they were here, Joey had largely managed to keep to the hotel during their trip back in time. There were plenty of reasons for that but the societal ones had slipped to the back of his mind when he’d realized this was nothing like Kentucky would have been. It was now just based around the reasons that he’d always prefer to stay in his familiar surroundings; easier to navigate a world that he was used to once he’d gotten high. And the pharmacy’s laissez-faire attitude towards laudanum had offered him more than enough opportunity to branch out and explore from a single trip.
He’d mixed a cautiously measured spoon of the ‘soothing syrup’ into a glass of juice and downed it. Then somewhere along the way back towards his room, he’d then talked himself into believing that it would be nice to get some air instead. That was how he’d found himself sitting outside of the hotel and using the paper pad that their phone turned into to doodle. Was it terrible and cold and unreasonable that he’d come outside to begin with? Absolutely.
So it came as no surprise that he’d pushed himself back to his feet around the point that he’d started drawing swirls in the background instead of illustrations (and he vaguely wondered if that meant a half finished drawing would post itself to the network). He stopped for a moment at the door and watched the man holding the box in front of it try to decipher how to open it with his hands occupied. After a moment, the request for aid came and Joey stepped forward to pull open the door for him to let him inside. It would have been a tragedy to let any harm come to the phonograph, after all.
It was funny how looking at it reminded him of when he’d actually cared about his own hobbies and the endless pursuit of first edition records for his own collection.
Joey assumed the man wouldn’t be able to understand him so he scribbled a note onto his paper pad and held it out to show him. ‘What records?’ He inquired, smiling as he waited to hear what he’d deemed necessary purchases in 1919.