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ANY CAR IN A STORM
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Those people being dragged inside by some invisible force...? Silly, they were so excited to come that their bodies moved before they realized what was happening. Those are struggles of joy and definitely not the casino's infamous ghost hands dragging unwilling guests to the party at the behest of the house. Look, they're literally hurling their bodies at the card tables with unrestrained glee!
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[Another snort, but it's clear he's amused. Maybe his sharp laugh was just a little infectious.]
I know, but I'm still doing it.
[Despite all his threats about eating Akira's breakfast, he really only snatched a couple of extra bites from his side. It's not like he really wants to take all of his food, especially if he's hungry. And considering they both just woke up from a long party, Scott assumes that he's pretty famished himself.
So, he settles after one last bite, fork placed down, and letting Akira have the rest.]
...Really? [He shuffles a little where he's sitting, one knee folding up. It's just... Akira's words really resonate in him. Scott knows that he's been a little more irresponsible since arriving at this casino and he truly wants to leave and help others leave, but he's also been reckless and doing other things that are in direct conflict with the whole self-control thing.
And admittedly, it's been nice. At least a lot of the time.]
I. [He bites his lip, is it honesty hour again? With someone he just woke up? Maybe it's okay because he admitted it first.] Feel the same.
[uho!! the rest is for him!! Akira reclaims his plate gladly, casually yoinking the same fork that Scott used because he is too lazy to look for his own. is that weird? probably! he doesn't seem to care]
[especially not as the conversation shifts to something more. . . serious]
Hn. . .
[. . . the playful edge to Akira's expression fades as his features turn a bit stony, lips curved into a frown. he hasn't been here long-- has not yet been fully dragged into the casino's whims-- but. . . he's been told enough to formulate a few early opinions. so. . . he isn't surprised to hear he is the only one out of the two of them trying to reclaim a bit of lost agency by being a chaos gremlin]
. . . have you been here long enough to get one of those marks?
[Scott, at least, doesn't seem to care all that much about Akira using his fork. After you press your dick against another dude's dick like two or three times, these sort of things don't seem to matter as much.]
...Yeah. Not as long as a lot of people here, but about three months now. [He seems to contemplate something, internally debating if he wants to talk about it more, but Scott remembers how confused he was about everything. It was really helpful when people explained the suits and all that. He doesn't want Akira to feel entirely lost and alone because it just sucks. He knows that.
So, he shows the strange club symbol on the top of his right hand, hand stretched like he's offering it for Akira to look at.]
[yeah sharing a fork is pretty tame compared to the other things the resort wants them to do!!]
[. . . like with every other symbol he has been shown thus far, Akira's gaze narrows, something dark shadowing his features]
Tch. . .
[he stares at the marking adorning his bedmate's hand for a few long seconds, before placing his fork down and reaching out, fingers curling around Scott's to drag the hand clover for inspection. clubs. . . he hasn't seen that one yet. his thumb brushes across the edges, touch gentle]
. . . how do you feel about it?
[he knows he is prying, and he would not blame Scott for shutting the conversation down here and now. but. . . it's important, Akira thinks, to gauge how everyone else feels about these brands]
[He doesn't pull away at all, letting Akira continue to inspect the symbol that's basically engraved into his skin. Strange, how it just sort of appeared one day, marking him as an official 'guest' of this casino. And that's not even getting to the whole thing of him having two suits for a week. That sucked.]
I don't like it.
[A quiet admittance, but one laced with subtle anger. Because other than the fact that he hates the idea of the House or whoever in charge managing to kidnap him and marking him, there's other things too.]
...There was a time when I, um, didn't have sex for a while. [Because he was uncertain, because of a lot of reasons. Scott's fingers clench and unclench in his hold.] Bad idea. Couldn't think-- I acted out. All my thoughts were mixed up and I just did whatever was on my mind without restraint.
[He exhales loudly.] I was lucky that no one got hurt.
[. . . a sharp inhale followed by a deep exhale as Akira feels the anger bubbling up anew in the pit of his stomach. out of everything he has seen in this place. . . these markings are probably the worst. but while he can feel his own emotions simmering coolly in his chest, he keeps them in check, already knowing that raw anger isn't going to help anyone here]
[it's fine. it's fine!1 he has a goal in mind. he just. . . needs to bide his time. learn more about how this dumb hotel works. he'll figure things out eventually]
[. . . that's what he tells himself, anyway]
[he gives Scott's hand a tight squeeze before finally releasing it, allowing his own to fall back into his lap]
Stupid.
[GRUMBLE GRUMBLE]
This is what I meant by "acting out," you know. Maybe there's only so much you've got control over, but. . .
[a small shrug]
. . . I've found that making things your own helps take the sting out of it.
[NOT HERE, OBVIOUSLY. he is suit-less, so he hasn't had the same problems as everyone else. but he is still speaking from personal experience]
[As he lets his own hand fall back, Scott can't stop himself from smiling just slightly, corners of his mouth twitching upward. So much of this sucks, that... yeah. It is stupid.]
The thing is... I'm not sure if me wanting to blow up a car is something I actually want to do or just my suit goading me again. [He admits while rubbing that symbol on him with his hand. Destroying public property was never really his thing, but also... screw rich people and how they treat others.]
I have a hard time telling sometimes.
[And it's frustrating and a bunch of other things that Scott doesn't want to fully get into. He knows he shouldn't be losing control in the first place, but he desperately wants to feel normal again sometimes. Couldn't this place wait until he was... more of a X-Man or something.]
[Akira says with a small quirk of a smile, the corners of his lips twitching upwards. he recognizes that his own methods are a biiiiit. . . extreme, and may not be suitable for everyone. months upon months of slicing through enemies in the Metaverse in order to release his pent up frustration, to grasp at the special power he had been given that had allowed him to reclaim some sense of agency in life. . . has made him a bit reckless at times! it's the adrenaline junkie that lives deep within his heart]
[but despite his own cheekiness, Scott seems to be different. so. . . he needs a different approach]
Let's take it back a few steps, all right? Let's focus on the things you like to do.
[not Akira's revolutionary methods]
When you're anxious and can't seem to get a grip on yourself, what sorts of things do to do to calm down?
[Even with Akira's reassurance, something uncomfortably twists in his chest, a feeling that he might have disappointed the other teen in some way. It's dumb, because why should it matter-- they're not really friends, but it's just the stupid way that Scott has already grown a little fond of Akira. Partially because of their light ribbing of each other and knowing that he has a power too, compounded on the fact that last night was really not a good night for him.
Maybe he should've just blown up the car, no one would've gotten hurt. But also, Professor Xavier might be disappointed in him if he found out later and he's a powerful telepath. He shouldn't be acting like that anymore--]
The mall, arcade. Watching movies. [Scott almost blurts out, before cringing a little because it's just been nonstop being uncool lately!! He looks away for a moment, taking a moment to just breathe before shrugging one shoulder.] Normal crap like that.
[despite Scott's fears, there isn't a shred of disappointment in Akira's expression. if anything, he looks encouraging, his smile widening at that answer. it's a perfectly normal one!! and. . . it tells Akira a lot about this guy's priorities. a young man labeled a "mutant" by his society, with special powers that separate him from everyone else. . . hah]
[. . . Akira gets it. despite his penchant for getting into trouble, sometimes. . . he just wants to live a perfectly ordinary life, too]
Not bad. [a tiny hum] I hear there's a shopping center in this place, and not all of the stores are sketchy.
You wanna get dressed and go hang out?
[because Scott isn't the only one who has grown a li'l fond of his morning bedmate]
It's really hard to place doubt in those encouraging words, paired along with that easy grin. Unless he's a really good actor... yeah. He almost doesn't know what to do with such honest support, a part of him embarrassed, but mostly appreciative, especially as that lingering feeling of loneliness that he's been carrying fades. Something eases in Scott's expression, before he finally starts to smile back.]
Yeah, I'd like that.
[It really means a lot to feel normal. Usually it's him that's pulling the other mutants around to hang out, but he's been a little out of his element since coming here. It's kind of nice to have someone take that first step.
Some of that initial shyness fades, replaced by something a little more confident. He's feeding off a little of Akira's energy, but it's clear he's gotten more comfortable with him.]
[HAH. that's the spirit. Akira snorts as he finally hops out of bed, hands linked and raised above his head in a biiiiig stretch]
Yeah, maybe in your dreams.
[it's nice to know that despite the uncertainties. . . there's still a part of Scott that is willing to bite, however gently, however playfully. he seems like a guy who has a lot on his shoulders-- not just here, at the resort, but. . . at home as well. and if Akira is good for anything, he thinks it's being a shoulder to lean on when things get rough]
I'm Kurusu Akira, by the way. But just Akira is fine.
[a beat. and then, cheekily]
No point in using formalities when we have officially shared a bed.
[With breakfast finished and a plan somewhat made between them, Scott soon gets up from the bed as well, stretching just briefly before turning to face Akira with that more relaxed smile. It's small, but genuine, and for a few seconds, he thinks that maybe dealing with last night wasn't so bad if he was able to connect with the other teen.
He's being dumb. Since when did he want friends and become attached to others so quickly?]
Scott Summers. [He responds-- before immediately snorting, covering all thoughts with the return of something snarky.] And here I thought it was because we shared chocolate and eggs together.
["get dressed," Akira had said, except. . . does he even have anything to wear other than the fancy suit he was shoved into the night before?? kind of the hotel staff to hang it up neatly for him when they played swaparoo with his room. he supposes it'll do, but he is making a mental note to buy some more casual clothes the very first moment he can]
Ah. Good point.
Rank one was the bed, and rank two was the chocolate and eggs.
[Rank.....? One eyebrow lifts above his shades and it's clear that Scott isn't following along with this.]
Uh, right. Do I even want to ask?
[Scott only has that blue tuxedo that they stuffed in him the night prior, not that it's really easy for him to actually tell what color it was. He's pretty sure that it's blue, but it's still been an adjustment discerning his world in different shades of red. Clothes are clothes, though, so he just shuffles over to where their outfits have been neatly put up.]
[SORRY SCOTT AKIRA MAY BE FILLED WITH THESE KINDS OF INSIDE JOKES. . . but he takes mercy on his new friend for now as he gently tugs off his pajama top and slips back into the stuffy collared shirt from the night before. this time, he'll at least forego the jacket]
Have you ever played one of those video games where you have to rank up your relationships with the other characters?
[otome games. he means otome games]
It's just a reference to that.
[. . . since explaining the ethereal nature of his Confidants would be. . . much more complicated]
[Similarly, Scott starts redressing in his outfit, not really thinking twice about changing in front of Akira. It's not like he hasn't done it a lot in front of his teammates after a training session, the mutant just grumbling slightly as he pulls his arms through the sleeves of his shirt. Despite this whole thing being rather annoying, it'll probably be a good idea to keep this suit for later, in case he has to attend another 'fancy event.'
Although, they'd probably just stuff him in another suit anyway.]
...What? [Scott barely manages to pull up his pants up when he hears Akira's question and more confusion his sent his way.]
Um. [He's from 1983 and mostly just played arcade games. He's at least played some of the more advanced games at the arcade here, but.] You're not talking about Donkey Kong, are you?
[Akira may be a bit too comfortable with changing in front of a stranger, but when it comes down to it? he has nothing to hide. besides. . . modesty isn't going to serve him well in a place like this. he'd never survive if something as simple as swapping outfits sent him into a flustered fit]
[he pauses mid-rolling up his sleeves at Scott's question, taking a long, exasperated moment to stare off into the distance. Donkey Kong?? when was the last time his companion went to an arcade???]
. . . nnnnope. [he pops the 'p' for emphasis] Nevermind. Don't worry about it.
[Scott, of course, worries about it. Well, maybe that's not the entirely correct term, but he doesn't simply let the topic drop. As he starts buttoning up his pants and waist wiggling as he gets used to the material once more, he prods a little more at Akira.]
Are they really fun? Maybe there's something like that at the arcade and I just didn't pay any attention to it.
[He's a big fan of the arcade and he wants to know if he might be missing out on something. It's one of the few places in this casino that he actually really enjoys, a place where he can feel like himself for a bit and not worry about sex. Plus some of those graphics on the new games are so realistic and the racing games are fun too.]
[hm. . . ! well, if Scott is genuinely interested—]
They can be, but they're not the kind of game you can find at the arcade. You'd need a console to play them.
[a curious tilt of his head, because now he cannot help but wonder how modern Scott's knowledge of video gaming is. from the sound of things, he seems familiar with the arcade. . . but not too much beyond that. good news for Akira, who now has the opportunity to introduce his new friend to a new hobby. his own interest in video games leans more retro, anyway. the modern stuff is fun, but nothing beats a good afternoon killing pixelated aliens in Star Forneus!!]
I get the feeling we might be able to pick one up at the shopping center, though. Let's look when we're done goofing off at the arcade.
[a hum as he shimmies outta his pajama bottoms and pulls on a pair of easy black slacks]
Edited (IM SO SORRY MY TYPOS) 2025-01-31 21:17 (UTC)
[Home console... like the Atari?? It's hard to imagine building a relationship with a bunch of pixelated blocks, but also, he's gotten the general sense that Akira's from a time period where video games are far more advanced. It's not hard to imagine that those highly advanced graphics are available to play even at home, cutting the need for people to go to the arcade.
It's also probably not out of the question that the casino sells a video game system like that in one of the shops. He just... hasn't looked around too much, partly because his room is small and there's not much space for anything, but also--]
I... don't think I can afford to buy one though.
[Scott seems uncertain, maybe even a little embarrassed admitting that out loud. He just feels like it's important to mention that, hand awkwardly rubbing his arm now that he's fully dressed sans jacket.]
[whatever the resort gave to him as a new arrival, and nothing beyond that, of course. this is what he is going to spend it on. . . video games, not food and essentials. FISCAL RESPONSIBILITY!!!]
It's probably only enough for a used system, but that's what I have back home. As long as they still run, then we're golden.
[now fully dressed, Akira quickly slips on his shoes, adjusts his shirt collar, and then meanders his way towards the door. it's adventure time!!]
Scott only frowns at his new friend(?), companion?? Either way, it's clear he's not completely on board with this yet, as he starts to address him with a mixture of annoyance, concern, and some of that Cyclops voice--]
Dude, you just got here. Unless you magically end up as a high rank, you need to save up on money on food and other important things.
[Is he already sounding like a wet blanket? He'll be so depressed hearing about that if so. He just doesn't want Akira to go hungry!!]
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I know, but I'm still doing it.
[Despite all his threats about eating Akira's breakfast, he really only snatched a couple of extra bites from his side. It's not like he really wants to take all of his food, especially if he's hungry. And considering they both just woke up from a long party, Scott assumes that he's pretty famished himself.
So, he settles after one last bite, fork placed down, and letting Akira have the rest.]
...Really? [He shuffles a little where he's sitting, one knee folding up. It's just... Akira's words really resonate in him. Scott knows that he's been a little more irresponsible since arriving at this casino and he truly wants to leave and help others leave, but he's also been reckless and doing other things that are in direct conflict with the whole self-control thing.
And admittedly, it's been nice. At least a lot of the time.]
I. [He bites his lip, is it honesty hour again? With someone he just woke up? Maybe it's okay because he admitted it first.] Feel the same.
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[especially not as the conversation shifts to something more. . . serious]
Hn. . .
[. . . the playful edge to Akira's expression fades as his features turn a bit stony, lips curved into a frown. he hasn't been here long-- has not yet been fully dragged into the casino's whims-- but. . . he's been told enough to formulate a few early opinions. so. . . he isn't surprised to hear he is the only one out of the two of them trying to reclaim a bit of lost agency by being a chaos gremlin]
. . . have you been here long enough to get one of those marks?
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...Yeah. Not as long as a lot of people here, but about three months now. [He seems to contemplate something, internally debating if he wants to talk about it more, but Scott remembers how confused he was about everything. It was really helpful when people explained the suits and all that. He doesn't want Akira to feel entirely lost and alone because it just sucks. He knows that.
So, he shows the strange club symbol on the top of his right hand, hand stretched like he's offering it for Akira to look at.]
I'm clubs.
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[. . . like with every other symbol he has been shown thus far, Akira's gaze narrows, something dark shadowing his features]
Tch. . .
[he stares at the marking adorning his bedmate's hand for a few long seconds, before placing his fork down and reaching out, fingers curling around Scott's to drag the hand clover for inspection. clubs. . . he hasn't seen that one yet. his thumb brushes across the edges, touch gentle]
. . . how do you feel about it?
[he knows he is prying, and he would not blame Scott for shutting the conversation down here and now. but. . . it's important, Akira thinks, to gauge how everyone else feels about these brands]
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I don't like it.
[A quiet admittance, but one laced with subtle anger. Because other than the fact that he hates the idea of the House or whoever in charge managing to kidnap him and marking him, there's other things too.]
...There was a time when I, um, didn't have sex for a while. [Because he was uncertain, because of a lot of reasons. Scott's fingers clench and unclench in his hold.] Bad idea. Couldn't think-- I acted out. All my thoughts were mixed up and I just did whatever was on my mind without restraint.
[He exhales loudly.] I was lucky that no one got hurt.
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[it's fine. it's fine!1 he has a goal in mind. he just. . . needs to bide his time. learn more about how this dumb hotel works. he'll figure things out eventually]
[. . . that's what he tells himself, anyway]
[he gives Scott's hand a tight squeeze before finally releasing it, allowing his own to fall back into his lap]
Stupid.
[GRUMBLE GRUMBLE]
This is what I meant by "acting out," you know. Maybe there's only so much you've got control over, but. . .
[a small shrug]
. . . I've found that making things your own helps take the sting out of it.
[NOT HERE, OBVIOUSLY. he is suit-less, so he hasn't had the same problems as everyone else. but he is still speaking from personal experience]
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The thing is... I'm not sure if me wanting to blow up a car is something I actually want to do or just my suit goading me again. [He admits while rubbing that symbol on him with his hand. Destroying public property was never really his thing, but also... screw rich people and how they treat others.]
I have a hard time telling sometimes.
[And it's frustrating and a bunch of other things that Scott doesn't want to fully get into. He knows he shouldn't be losing control in the first place, but he desperately wants to feel normal again sometimes. Couldn't this place wait until he was... more of a X-Man or something.]
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[Akira says with a small quirk of a smile, the corners of his lips twitching upwards. he recognizes that his own methods are a biiiiit. . . extreme, and may not be suitable for everyone. months upon months of slicing through enemies in the Metaverse in order to release his pent up frustration, to grasp at the special power he had been given that had allowed him to reclaim some sense of agency in life. . . has made him a bit reckless at times! it's the adrenaline junkie that lives deep within his heart]
[but despite his own cheekiness, Scott seems to be different. so. . . he needs a different approach]
Let's take it back a few steps, all right? Let's focus on the things you like to do.
[not Akira's revolutionary methods]
When you're anxious and can't seem to get a grip on yourself, what sorts of things do to do to calm down?
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Maybe he should've just blown up the car, no one would've gotten hurt. But also, Professor Xavier might be disappointed in him if he found out later and he's a powerful telepath. He shouldn't be acting like that anymore--]
The mall, arcade. Watching movies. [Scott almost blurts out, before cringing a little because it's just been nonstop being uncool lately!! He looks away for a moment, taking a moment to just breathe before shrugging one shoulder.] Normal crap like that.
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[. . . Akira gets it. despite his penchant for getting into trouble, sometimes. . . he just wants to live a perfectly ordinary life, too]
Not bad. [a tiny hum] I hear there's a shopping center in this place, and not all of the stores are sketchy.
You wanna get dressed and go hang out?
[because Scott isn't the only one who has grown a li'l fond of his morning bedmate]
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It's really hard to place doubt in those encouraging words, paired along with that easy grin. Unless he's a really good actor... yeah. He almost doesn't know what to do with such honest support, a part of him embarrassed, but mostly appreciative, especially as that lingering feeling of loneliness that he's been carrying fades. Something eases in Scott's expression, before he finally starts to smile back.]
Yeah, I'd like that.
[It really means a lot to feel normal. Usually it's him that's pulling the other mutants around to hang out, but he's been a little out of his element since coming here. It's kind of nice to have someone take that first step.
Some of that initial shyness fades, replaced by something a little more confident. He's feeding off a little of Akira's energy, but it's clear he's gotten more comfortable with him.]
There's an arcade too. I'd totally cream you.
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Yeah, maybe in your dreams.
[it's nice to know that despite the uncertainties. . . there's still a part of Scott that is willing to bite, however gently, however playfully. he seems like a guy who has a lot on his shoulders-- not just here, at the resort, but. . . at home as well. and if Akira is good for anything, he thinks it's being a shoulder to lean on when things get rough]
I'm Kurusu Akira, by the way. But just Akira is fine.
[a beat. and then, cheekily]
No point in using formalities when we have officially shared a bed.
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He's being dumb. Since when did he want friends and become attached to others so quickly?]
Scott Summers. [He responds-- before immediately snorting, covering all thoughts with the return of something snarky.] And here I thought it was because we shared chocolate and eggs together.
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Ah. Good point.
Rank one was the bed, and rank two was the chocolate and eggs.
[what. just persona protag things???]
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Uh, right. Do I even want to ask?
[Scott only has that blue tuxedo that they stuffed in him the night prior, not that it's really easy for him to actually tell what color it was. He's pretty sure that it's blue, but it's still been an adjustment discerning his world in different shades of red. Clothes are clothes, though, so he just shuffles over to where their outfits have been neatly put up.]
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Have you ever played one of those video games where you have to rank up your relationships with the other characters?
[otome games. he means otome games]
It's just a reference to that.
[. . . since explaining the ethereal nature of his Confidants would be. . . much more complicated]
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Although, they'd probably just stuff him in another suit anyway.]
...What? [Scott barely manages to pull up his pants up when he hears Akira's question and more confusion his sent his way.]
Um. [He's from 1983 and mostly just played arcade games. He's at least played some of the more advanced games at the arcade here, but.] You're not talking about Donkey Kong, are you?
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[he pauses mid-rolling up his sleeves at Scott's question, taking a long, exasperated moment to stare off into the distance. Donkey Kong?? when was the last time his companion went to an arcade???]
. . . nnnnope. [he pops the 'p' for emphasis] Nevermind. Don't worry about it.
[this is what he gets for making stupid jokes]
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Are they really fun? Maybe there's something like that at the arcade and I just didn't pay any attention to it.
[He's a big fan of the arcade and he wants to know if he might be missing out on something. It's one of the few places in this casino that he actually really enjoys, a place where he can feel like himself for a bit and not worry about sex. Plus some of those graphics on the new games are so realistic and the racing games are fun too.]
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They can be, but they're not the kind of game you can find at the arcade. You'd need a console to play them.
[a curious tilt of his head, because now he cannot help but wonder how modern Scott's knowledge of video gaming is. from the sound of things, he seems familiar with the arcade. . . but not too much beyond that. good news for Akira, who now has the opportunity to introduce his new friend to a new hobby. his own interest in video games leans more retro, anyway. the modern stuff is fun, but nothing beats a good afternoon killing pixelated aliens in Star Forneus!!]
I get the feeling we might be able to pick one up at the shopping center, though. Let's look when we're done goofing off at the arcade.
[a hum as he shimmies outta his pajama bottoms and pulls on a pair of easy black slacks]
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It's also probably not out of the question that the casino sells a video game system like that in one of the shops. He just... hasn't looked around too much, partly because his room is small and there's not much space for anything, but also--]
I... don't think I can afford to buy one though.
[Scott seems uncertain, maybe even a little embarrassed admitting that out loud. He just feels like it's important to mention that, hand awkwardly rubbing his arm now that he's fully dressed sans jacket.]
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[whatever the resort gave to him as a new arrival, and nothing beyond that, of course. this is what he is going to spend it on. . . video games, not food and essentials. FISCAL RESPONSIBILITY!!!]
It's probably only enough for a used system, but that's what I have back home. As long as they still run, then we're golden.
[now fully dressed, Akira quickly slips on his shoes, adjusts his shirt collar, and then meanders his way towards the door. it's adventure time!!]
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Scott only frowns at his new friend(?), companion?? Either way, it's clear he's not completely on board with this yet, as he starts to address him with a mixture of annoyance, concern, and some of that Cyclops voice--]
Dude, you just got here. Unless you magically end up as a high rank, you need to save up on money on food and other important things.
[Is he already sounding like a wet blanket? He'll be so depressed hearing about that if so. He just doesn't want Akira to go hungry!!]
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Don't worry about me.
[a cheeky little smile as he rests his hand on the doorknob]
I can take care of myself. I promise.