Nah, ( he says to a question that's probably rhetorical, catching the flaming hot cheetos with ease — thank you, baseball skills. and, perhaps embarrassingly earnest: ) I'm just glad you came.
( but there's no time for hao to dwell on that because he thinks he'll spontaneously combust if he does, so he sliiides his way past hyunsu and into the arcade, eyes adjusting to the dim lighting or lack thereof, taking in all the neon glowing from the blacklight overhead, eyes scanning over the game cabinets. street fighter. house of the dead. the simpsons. teenage mutant ninja turtles. rollercoaster tycoon pinball.
holy shit. he feels like a kid on christmas morning.
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Date: 2024-12-07 03:21 am (UTC)( but there's no time for hao to dwell on that because he thinks he'll spontaneously combust if he does, so he sliiides his way past hyunsu and into the arcade, eyes adjusting to the dim lighting or lack thereof, taking in all the neon glowing from the blacklight overhead, eyes scanning over the game cabinets. street fighter. house of the dead. the simpsons. teenage mutant ninja turtles. rollercoaster tycoon pinball.
holy shit. he feels like a kid on christmas morning.
starry-eyed: ) Whoa.