⊕ six
[The communicator sits at an angle, pointing partially at Enma, partially at a UFO catcher machine within the arcade (contents: piles and piles of stuffed lions). The machine blinks and beeps and Enma's expression is a stunning lack of the usual excitement or concentration that usually cameos on people's faces while playing games like these.]
Was just wondering...
[A pause as he taps the buttons carefully -- the crane begins moving.]
What people do for fun.
[Another pause. A couple more calculated button taps.]
You don't have to answer.
[Taptaptap, and finally he hits the button to lower the crane. His eyes follow it down, and then, as an afterthought:]
And don't ask me ba--
[He suddenly stops mid-sentence, shocked. The crane grabs one of the toys and begins to ascend, and suddenly the communicator is slammed shut]
[ooc: Assume any and all replies from him will be arriving after the open arcade log here!]
Was just wondering...
[A pause as he taps the buttons carefully -- the crane begins moving.]
What people do for fun.
[Another pause. A couple more calculated button taps.]
You don't have to answer.
[Taptaptap, and finally he hits the button to lower the crane. His eyes follow it down, and then, as an afterthought:]
And don't ask me ba--
[He suddenly stops mid-sentence, shocked. The crane grabs one of the toys and begins to ascend, and suddenly the communicator is slammed shut]
[ooc: Assume any and all replies from him will be arriving after the open arcade log here!]