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[chocolaterazor]

Since when have I ever not been aware of my surroundings?

[...... Reira has no way of answering that.]

[soft_focus]

[Indeed she does not.

Except to just frown at him because obviously having no way of knowing is an answer in itself. Gee Sora, how is she supposed to 'agree' with you if she doesn't know.]

[chocolaterazor]

You know if you keep frowning at people in that way, your face is going to get stuck like that.

[There are also things called rhetorical questions.]

[soft_focus]

You're the one who's making me frown, not everyone else, [she counters with a slight huff. Honestly.]

[chocolaterazor]

I think you should know me well enough by now to not be so judgemental.

[soft_focus]

That's not what I'm even being..! [Except yes it is, but. She sighs.] ....Is there anything you actually like in here... ..?

[The problem with dry humor is not knowing what's real any more, see.]

[chocolaterazor]

Sounds like you might be surprised, because yes. There happens to be a game I like in here.

[soft_focus]

[SHE DOESN'T BELIEVE YOU] ...What one?

[chocolaterazor]

[Reira can have more than just the name. He'll even start leading her over to where the game enclosure should still be.]

Graveyard Shift.

[soft_focus]

[It takes her a moment to realize which one that is. She sort of...Has some trouble fitting in that one.]

....The one where you have to go inside a pod..?

[chocolaterazor]

Exactly that one.

[soft_focus]

...I'm too tall for that one, [She admits, chewing her lip.]

...What's it about?

[chocolaterazor]

You're a night watchman working at an amusement park. And over the course of four nights need to keep the monster robots out from your office until dawn.

Or else you're dead.

[soft_focus]

....That sounds boring...

[chocolaterazor]

To each their own, but you haven't tried it either... since you can't fit.

[soft_focus]

....I can't play any of the games like that... ....not even the race ones, [she mutters with a grumble.]

[chocolaterazor]

[A shrug. That's so far from being Sora's problem to be worth caring about.]

[soft_focus]

Do you only like that one though? [she has to ask, frowning. Not very easy to tag team, that...]

[chocolaterazor]

It's the only game that's done a good job of keeping my interest so far.

[soft_focus]

....

....how many others did you play...

[chocolaterazor]

[Dismissive wave.]

A few.

[soft_focus]

[Her expression says it all, but-] ...how do you know none of the others might be fun then?

[chocolaterazor]

Is that what you think I just said?

[Clearly this is where these two are now, trying to one-up each other in dry snark.]

[soft_focus]

[Oooogh! She bristles, fiber optics going red.]

I just want to be able to PLAY the games with you if you're staying..!

...At least then, if we do things we both like, I don't have to think you're going to do something bad instead..!

[chocolaterazor]

[This girl keeps trying to guilt trip him and Sora swore to himself that she won't melt his icy heart.]

Sure we can play a game, but after a round of that I'm going back to the house.