↳ roadblock ↰:

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“Huh. Maybe we can play against each other or somethin’?” It wasn’t as if Nami was bad at gaming, as a matter of fact, she considered herself fairly average. Her alias could be found on most machines inside and the workers didn’t seem to mind her eccentric behavior (which was a plus for establishments on her end). She swung open the door and a cold rush of wind hit her face. “You comin’ in?”

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↳ ❂ ↰  “Yeah, sure.” In general, Kaeto mastered activities such as games quickly, to the point of being obnoxious; he didn’t brag, but he didn’t hold back his skills either. After a few minutes of practice, he could probably claim the top score on the machine. He entered the building after her and allowed the door to shut behind them, cutting them off from the outside world (and the responsibilities they were both skipping. “Where is it?”


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