[funnily enough, the dancing game that getou was doing so well at is one sizhui's quite familiar with, and for some of the same reasons, even; if given a choice between it and something else, he would choose it in a heartbeat, no questions asked, all too happy to test his skills atop the dance pad.
except the whole reason he's here tonight is branching out and playing something he isn't familiar with, thus an entirely different movement game and the odd motorbikes, the former of which might also remind him a little of martial arts, too.
should a time come where he could have a chance to watch getou on ddr (or maybe go against him?), though, he will seize that without hesitation as well. as it stands currently, after he takes a moment to realize that sizhui's asking him for his opinion, getou seems to make a decision. his eyebrows lift in astonishment when the other male scans his watch for the cycles, he opens his mouth like he might protest, huffs a laugh – hey, at least it wasn't at how getou looks? – then sets the controllers aside, moving to climb on the bike across from him.]
Well, if you insist!
[being a bit smaller in stature, it's easier for him to fix himself onto the seat, initially situating like he's about to ride a horse, but adjusting once it dawns on him he'll have to hold the handlebars.] Ah... hm. Do forgive me if I look foolish. [another breath, this one more exasperated-sounding, but with no actual heat behind it.] I must ask, is this anything like riding an actual motorbike?
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except the whole reason he's here tonight is branching out and playing something he isn't familiar with, thus an entirely different movement game and the odd motorbikes, the former of which might also remind him a little of martial arts, too.
should a time come where he could have a chance to watch getou on ddr (or maybe go against him?), though, he will seize that without hesitation as well. as it stands currently, after he takes a moment to realize that sizhui's asking him for his opinion, getou seems to make a decision. his eyebrows lift in astonishment when the other male scans his watch for the cycles, he opens his mouth like he might protest, huffs a laugh – hey, at least it wasn't at how getou looks? – then sets the controllers aside, moving to climb on the bike across from him.]
Well, if you insist!
[being a bit smaller in stature, it's easier for him to fix himself onto the seat, initially situating like he's about to ride a horse, but adjusting once it dawns on him he'll have to hold the handlebars.] Ah... hm. Do forgive me if I look foolish. [another breath, this one more exasperated-sounding, but with no actual heat behind it.] I must ask, is this anything like riding an actual motorbike?