they should play let's go island 3d

[pickoffs]

[ it's probably a miracle all of their dates aren't spent at arcades, kazuya figures. it's annoying, honestly, because kuramochi plays enough video games you'd think he'd rub off (heh) some skill, or something. he gets dragged into playing often enough, anyway.

his whining aside, he knows kuramochi likes these places, or whatever, and he's bad enough at, uh, pretty much everything, so kuramochi gets a laugh out of it. there are worse places to be.

which puts them at the usual game center, when he has a day free. ]

I'm not getting my ass kicked at Mortal Kombat today. I'll play anything else, but not that.

[ laying down ground rules... he's going to regret this. ]

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[basesteal]

[hey, it's not his fault that you've asked where they should go on their day off!

sorry, not sorry, miyuki. kuramochi's a little more hyped up than usual to be able to spend time at the arcade.]

But you ain't good with any of these games here. What gives!

[but whatever, fine; he'll avoid fighting games today. instead, he glances at the area to find a good substitute...]

Then we're playin' House of the Dead. [it's something other than the usual fighting games! and it should be easy enough, point and shoot...]

later.

[pickoffs]

[ it was - a good date, all told, they had fun playing that stupid shark game and he actually managed to get something out of the claw machine (the carp mascot keychain now hanging off of his key ring, actually, jingling against the key to the complex laundry room as he turns the key in the lock and opens his apartment door). the door swings open, and he'd call out i'm home but the only person he wants to say that to is right next to him, so he just thinks it, instead. tossing his keys into the dish on the table by the front door, he starts to step out of his sneakers, throwing a glance at kuramochi as he does it.

they'd had lunch out, which leaves them a couple of afternoon hours before he should start dinner or think about homework, or whatever. stepping out of the entryway, he turns in sock feet to square up across from his boyfriend, hands stuffed in the front pocket of his hoodie. ] Yoichi.

[ the look on his face is expectant: they hadn't really done anything in public, and frankly, he earned kisses from playing not one but three rounds of mortal kombat. ]