Without warning, he moves from his game and sits down on the bench beside her in front of the old school style Sailor V game.
Having never taken a good look at this game before, he freezes with his hands upon the controls when his eyes land on the sprite he'll be manipulating. Sailor Venus. He'd recognize her anywhere, even in a fuku that wasn't the orange one she donned while leader of Princess Serenity's guard thousands of years ago. (Perhaps he wasn't meant to look too closely at this game, perhaps no one was. Maybe that was inherent in it's design, as he can feel power flowing through this machine that's almost alive. An aura that wasn't bad, but not something that should be associated with an arcade game.)
"This is jump, right?" He taps his fingers lightly over the button, feigning getting used to the controls before making his attempt at beating one of the levels.
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Without warning, he moves from his game and sits down on the bench beside her in front of the old school style Sailor V game.
Having never taken a good look at this game before, he freezes with his hands upon the controls when his eyes land on the sprite he'll be manipulating. Sailor Venus. He'd recognize her anywhere, even in a fuku that wasn't the orange one she donned while leader of Princess Serenity's guard thousands of years ago. (Perhaps he wasn't meant to look too closely at this game, perhaps no one was. Maybe that was inherent in it's design, as he can feel power flowing through this machine that's almost alive. An aura that wasn't bad, but not something that should be associated with an arcade game.)
"This is jump, right?" He taps his fingers lightly over the button, feigning getting used to the controls before making his attempt at beating one of the levels.