Day 66: Game Room (Fourth Shift)

[knightspirit]

The game room, huh... In normal, everyday life, it wouldn't have sounded too terrible, but as things were, it seemed like more of an annoyance. Games were fine, but priorities.... On the other hand, Kyousuke seemed to have hit a block in figuring out the clues to the the illness, and just thinking without getting anywhere wasn't very productive, either. At this point, it may have been best to push it aside and come back to it fresh. He had his reservations about it, especially since the end of the day was rapidly approaching, but... Frustration wasn't going to get him any closer.

He poked around what games were there with resignation, still half wondering what he was even doing and trying not feel guilty for needing a break. After a while he came across an electronic device marked "Game Boy Color" and picked it up out of curiosity. He'd heard of those before... If he was right, this thing was older than he was, by quite a bit. Flicking it on confirmed his suspicions; the sound and graphics from it spoke for themselves.

Shrugging, he took it a random seat, wincing at the pain in his ribs as he sat down. He guessed it wouldn't kill him to mess around with this thing for a little while.

[Lloyd!]

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[repelling]

What an anticlimactic reaction to what he said. With the pause and everything! Uryuu wasn't disappointed -- as if he wanted to go through last night's frustration again, doubted and possibly wasting his energy! Nor was he surprised, as by now Poole-san ought to be more receptive to the absurd physics of this place. Further, though he'd pulled back from his enthusiasm, he had just been in the throes of a "let me play and shut up" sentiment.

He just... hadn't expected it that to be it, quick and easy and now Poole-san had the other controller. Uryuu blinked, and blinked again, shifting his focus back to the screen. This looked promising -- he would have a competitor in his first ever game! Certainly, one of the best ways to improve was to face opposition. He would have liked a practice run on his own first, to learn the controls, but they must be fairly intuitive. Right?

Vaguely aware that he was now leaning forward, eyes intent on the screen, Uryuu stuck by Mario as Poole-san asked a question and chose... Bowser. He knew enough about Mario to know that Bowser was the enemy. His enemy. The one who kidnapped the princess. He narrowed his eyes, pressing "B" with great determination. It would be unacceptable to disgrace Mario by causing him to lose against his nemesis. He couldn't permit the villain to win the cart race.

...Right, Poole-san. Coming from lunch and another's resistance to the suffix, Uryuu saw that he ought to resign himself to this. He spoke matter-of-factly, distracted enough by the game's loading to not mind how he surely sounded.

"I may not sound it, but I've never left Japan. They've a device of some kind that causes us to hear and read everything in, I think, our first languages. Very useful, for those from other worlds especially. Problematic when they turn it off. Anyway, Japanese uses honorifics. To use your first name, or to address you without a suffix, would be very rude."

Ah, countdown!