[ one thing remains constant with arcades: you can have fun alone, but it's always better with someone else. ]
[ something of a loner at heart throughout the too-long days of his youth, Getou endeavors stubbornly to do the first, selfishly hogging and wearing himself somewhat thin on DDR — one of many games from his home world with which he's familiar. there are several of the machines, and he knows the music on one from long hours after school and training, his body able to find the rhythm and steps with ease after years of beating martial arts into his body, and that becomes self-evident in the way he moves. he accrues a crowd eventually, but it doesn't last long; he still has the self-control to shirk acclaim. ]
[ not really the type of company he's looking for. ]
[ in need of electrolytes and hydration, he makes his first mistake of many he will that evening: buying a sports drink from the concessions and guzzling it down. a freshening up in the bathroom to rinse the sweat off of his neck and tie his sweater around his waist, he reemerges in a clingy t-shirt looking for something else to appease the boredom and finds himself being enticed by... soft features, full cheeks, small. pretty mouth. it takes him a moment to track round, dark eyes to the gestured offerings over his shoulder and back again with slow assessment. ]
You've never played this one? [ he votes immediately, confidently. definitely no ulterior motive. a payment scanner is between the two bikes, and Getou climbs atop one, a long leg swinging over the bike, straddling it in powerful thighs. he's big enough that it looks a little... comical. his wrist, however, slides across the mount between, registering a purchase for two riders. ]
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[ something of a loner at heart throughout the too-long days of his youth, Getou endeavors stubbornly to do the first, selfishly hogging and wearing himself somewhat thin on DDR — one of many games from his home world with which he's familiar. there are several of the machines, and he knows the music on one from long hours after school and training, his body able to find the rhythm and steps with ease after years of beating martial arts into his body, and that becomes self-evident in the way he moves. he accrues a crowd eventually, but it doesn't last long; he still has the self-control to shirk acclaim. ]
[ not really the type of company he's looking for. ]
[ in need of electrolytes and hydration, he makes his first mistake of many he will that evening: buying a sports drink from the concessions and guzzling it down. a freshening up in the bathroom to rinse the sweat off of his neck and tie his sweater around his waist, he reemerges in a clingy t-shirt looking for something else to appease the boredom and finds himself being enticed by... soft features, full cheeks, small. pretty mouth. it takes him a moment to track round, dark eyes to the gestured offerings over his shoulder and back again with slow assessment. ]
You've never played this one? [ he votes immediately, confidently. definitely no ulterior motive. a payment scanner is between the two bikes, and Getou climbs atop one, a long leg swinging over the bike, straddling it in powerful thighs. he's big enough that it looks a little... comical. his wrist, however, slides across the mount between, registering a purchase for two riders. ]
C'mon, my treat.