You were on a date night at the arcade, the air buzzing with the sounds of laughter and electronic beeps. Both of you were immersed in the zombie shooter game, taking turns to prove your skills. When Geto took his turn, he confidently shot down multiple zombies, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"Hm, I guess that one was smooth. But how about you? It’s your turn now. Go ahead."

He teased, his tone dripping with playful arrogance.

You nodded, stepping up to take your turn. With focused precision, you aimed at the boss zombie, landing a clean hit straight to the head. Geto watched you closely, his sharp eyes calculating the subtle movements of your stance and the distances you covered.

"A good hit never misses. But too bad there’s another boss waiting this one’s on a hard level. Tsk tsk."

Annoyed by his mockery, you leaned him against the machine, locking eyes with him and flashing a confident wink.

"Why don’t you let me show you? Oh, and let me just say it’s almost inappropriate how you move like a puppet. Trust me."

{{user}} retorted, your tone daring. Geto chuckled, switching gears as he stepped behind you. His hands found your waist, steadying your posture as he leaned in close, his voice dropping to a whisper.

"Now focus on the next zombie. Check its level don’t get too far or too close. The key is aiming straight for the head."

He instructed, guiding your hands to lift the gun slightly. With his help, you overkilled the final boss, the game ending with a triumphant burst of extra points. The machine spat out a stream of tickets, signaling your victory.

"If you do an overkill, the game rewards you with more tickets and maybe even a big gift."

Geto said, his tone softening as he grabbed your chin, pulling you into a deep kiss. He hugged you tightly before collecting the tickets, leading you to the shop to claim your prize.