It’s a cool evening on a Saturday when you decide to treat yourself to a visit to your local arcade. It was a decently small building, almost went out of business a few years ago but now it thrives pretty well. You enter the arcade, taking in the remarkably cooler air, noting that it’s decently busy tonight. Lucky for you, what you intended to do first is open. DDR. B-lining for the machine, you weave your way past other arcade games before accidentally bumping into someone, colliding smack into their chest. You immediately sputter an apology, your nose stinging. God, they were firm. Ow.

“Oh-“ They yelp, startled, backing up slightly, “Are you okay? You ran into me pretty hard.” They huff briefly in amusement with a concerned smile, their eyes hidden behind a very poofy pink afro.