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nexus_crossings2016-04-17 04:16 pm
makeachoice) wrote in nexus_crossings2016-04-17 04:16 pm
nerd alert
Since when was there an arcade in the Nexus? Has it always been there, or has Chris been simply ignorant of the video game haven's existence? The latter would be a shame seeing as how he's been suffering from video game withdrawals since his arrival. No matter at this moment, though. He can debate the when and how later. For now, or rather, for the past few hours, Chris has been indulging himself. As soon as his eyes fell on the large sign that proudly stated 'ARCADE', all of his other responsibilities of the day were pushed aside and forgotten.
Anyone who steps in will see him hunched over a game halfway down the middle aisle. The screen illuminates his face with a shade of blue, and the concentration he holds is evident in his expression. He almost appears to be in a trance in the way that his unblinking eyes trace across the screen. Occasionally, he'll lift a hand to prop up his glasses that have slid down the bridge of his nose. Aside from that, his fingers are busy with tapping buttons and wiggling the joystick. Finally, if the spectator hasn't grown tired of watching him, the game plays a fanfare, and Chris is straightening himself and beaming. "Hell yeah!"
Oh, right, the outside world exists, and he apparently has an audience. No matter who is hovering nearby, Chris will greet them with a smile and a raised brow before issuing a challenge. "Think you can beat my high score?"
Anyone who steps in will see him hunched over a game halfway down the middle aisle. The screen illuminates his face with a shade of blue, and the concentration he holds is evident in his expression. He almost appears to be in a trance in the way that his unblinking eyes trace across the screen. Occasionally, he'll lift a hand to prop up his glasses that have slid down the bridge of his nose. Aside from that, his fingers are busy with tapping buttons and wiggling the joystick. Finally, if the spectator hasn't grown tired of watching him, the game plays a fanfare, and Chris is straightening himself and beaming. "Hell yeah!"
Oh, right, the outside world exists, and he apparently has an audience. No matter who is hovering nearby, Chris will greet them with a smile and a raised brow before issuing a challenge. "Think you can beat my high score?"
Wingman Chris working in sublimal messages
A story for another day.
"You're not a hipster are you?" She teases, but is kind enough to make that evident in her voice instead of the same monotone that she says most everything else in. "Do you play newer games, too or just the classics?"
AAAAY
"How could you say that to me?"
He chokes out a dramatic sob, wiping away at a non existent tear before cracking a smile that crumbles the charade that was shoddily strung together.
"New and the classics. Best of both worlds, Nat."
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"You really need to work on your lying skills." He gets bumped lightly by her hip before she starts her next match. She falls silent for the match, the only sound being the occasional bubble she blows in her gum and the tappatapptap of her fingers on the buttons.
"This guy doesn't specialize in throws does he." She purses her lips. Another victory though this one not so easily won. "I think I'd do better with someone who was."