spacewhale | zane chronicles: the post

[Ragna was purposely being slow about following Celica inside, almost coming to a full-stop as he actually entered the establishment. There were multiple reasons behind his slowness and apprehension:

1.) It would drive Celica up the wall since she was so excited.

2.) He didn't want to actually play Skeeball because of last time.

So, with a groan, he scratched the side of his head as he finally caught up with the girl. It was a shame. He felt like he was doing such a damn good job at procrastinating the entire trip.]

I don't see what the big deal is. You're making it out to be way too damn exciting.

[Two things.

1) That's rude!

2) So what!

Even if he did totally flop on his butt last time they played skeeball, Celica figures it really doesn't matter. What does matter is having fun together, right?! Yeah! Which is why she keeps trying to usher him inside even as he delays his entrance.]

What's not to be excited about? We get to hang out and play games here again! Isn't that fun?

[Another groan graced Celica's presence as he slowly, but surely, neared the entrance and walked inside. He wasn't looking forward to this in the least, but at least some semblance of accomplishment washed over him. He had successfully bought himself at least five minutes on the trip over.

That's five minutes less time spent playing skeeball and whatever other games he might end up getting dragged to today.]

Fun's a subjective kind of term. Hasn't anyone ever taught you that? [A sigh.] Like I said, it's not that big of a deal. It's just a bunch of games.

[Of course, Celica could always make him make up that time! Not that she would do that or anything, though, but still. Regardless, she's happy to see him finally coming inside.]

Well, games are meant to be fun! Hasn't anyone ever taught you that?

[Right back at you, Ragna...! Though his point is definitely stronger than hers, but that matters not.]

I'm sure you'll enjoy it though. Besides, we don't get to do stuff like this often. So may as well make the best of it, right?

[Having to make up time didn't occur to him. He figured that Celica had as much of a busy schedule as he did, or used to. That'll bite him in the ass. It'll definitely bite him in the ass.]

Yeah, yeah, I get it. I'll try my best to enjoy myself, but I'm not making any guarantees when I've been cheated out of my hard-earned money from these cash-grabbing robberies you call games.

[Yes, he's still salty.] But you're right, it's not like we spend too much time together. Alright, lead the way.

[Well that's what he gets for delaying all the fun, okay...! Of course, she wouldn't force him to or anything though.

Meanwhile, someone indeed does sound awfully salty... And so she puffs out her cheeks a bit.]

Well, if the money is really an issue, I could always pay you back afterward so you wouldn't have to worry about it... But okay! Let's see...

[Which game should they try first hmm... She puts a finger to her chin as she scans the place, thinking which one would be Ideal.]

[Ragna frowns a bit, watching Celica and following her eyesight around the place as she looks for something to play for the two of them. His own eyes start to trail ahead of her, and immediately locks onto the bane of his existence.

The game that stole his money and pride.

The one that made Celica prove she was superior to Ragna at something.

Skeeball.] Tch. [Hell no. Pick something else, Celica. Pls.]

[Unfortunately for Ragna, Celica catches Ragna looking in that direction and then follows his gaze.

Ah yes.

Skeeball.

Ragna's failures aside, Celica is still rather proud of how well she played that the last time they went to an arcade like this one. It was a lot of fun too, so...

Probably contrary to what her companion would enjoy, she goes ahead and points to the dreaded (for him) game.]

How about that?!

[askjsdfhg no he was his own worst enemy.]

You're kidding, right?!

[That's what you get, Ragna...! Shouldn't have been eying it so intently.]

--Eh? No... Why would I kid around with that? [She has no reason to!] It's a fun game!

[Gck... He starts sounding panicked.]

No it's not! It's not even remotely close to being a game you could call fun! It's a money sink, that's what it is!

[Man, with how worked up he's getting, it's like he saw a ghost or something.]

Ehhh... Ragna, like I said, if it's an issue of money, I wouldn't mind paying.

[Is that really the problem here...?!]

It's not an issue of my money, or your money, it's more like... dammit! Fine!

[He'll just concede defeat and stomp his way over to the game. Ragna really hates this game. It's so embarrassing. It's like its entire existence serves only to make Ragna look bad, like some pink dog serves to make old farmers look bad.

Suddenly the urge to find a tiki mask and scare the machine rises— that's a stupid thought. Ragna scowls.]

Fine, let's just get this over with and move on. I'd rather get the crappy games out of the way first anyway.

[She doesn't really understand what the issue is in that case, but ah well. He caved, and that's all that matters! And so she smiles, following him happily over to the machines.]

Okay, okay~ [Fair enough!] Should we play at the same time using different lanes, or should we take turns?

[Going at the same time means that she might miss him doing terrible, if he does terrible again. Because like hell is he letting a stupid children's game get the best of him twice. But if they take turns... then maybe he can study how she tosses the balls.

...

Decision made.] Take turns. You can go first.

Ladies first? You're such a gentleman, Ragna, ufufufu.

[Of course, she's kidding, but it's not like she knows why Ragna's really doing that to begin with. But oh well! She steps up to the machine, putting a few coins in to start it up before picking up a ball.]

zane chronicles: the post

RUDE.

am i allowed to tag this back still (we still need naked apron)

no, not allowed

rude

always

i totally lost these notifs i'm so upseT...

GOOD

WHY GOOD...

itt zane is a dumbass

i was gonna say --

sob

gg zanipple

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