[ Why is everyone here so casual about just, like, picking up or grabbing at him. He'll never get fully used to it, but also, he's starting to resign himself to it; Fuuta does give a startled bark when Obikawa grabs up his wrist, but also wearily lets himself get dragged along for now. Extricating himself by force seems unlikely, anyway. ]

You talk like you're gonna win for sure, but I'm not just gonna lie down and let you steamroller me.

[ Said with a huff as he quickens his pace a step to better keep up, just so he doesn't feel like a dog getting yanked along on a leash. ]

I don't want an embarrassing story, though. You're gonna owe me a favor each time I win. Then we can play. -- aah, wait, wait. There. [ He digs his heels in a little to get Obikawa to slow down, pointing down the aisle with his free hand. ] The fighting games down that way. You can pick any of'em.