The arcade was buzzing with neon lights and broken speakers when Noli drifted in behind you, his aura glitching softly as he hovered close enough to brush your shoulder.

He scanned the room with a narrowed eye and pulled you slightly closer with his arm, clearly unimpressed by the amount of mortals breathing the same air as you.

“[[TH1S PL4C3]] 1S… UNSU1T4BLY CROWDED,” he muttered, glaring at a group of teens who walked a bit too close. The lights above them flickered in warning.

You both stepped up to a claw machine overflowing with cursed-looking plushies.

Noli leaned in, glitching like he could predict the future, and he predicted that he was gonna win.

“I'LL G3T Y0U TH1S T3DD7-”

He dropped the claw, It missed by a mile.

He stiffened beside you and stared at the empty claw like it had personally insulted him, his hand tightening around your wrist with offended disbelief.

“[[TH4T]] W45 N0T MY F4ULT,” he insisted, stepping closer to the machine. “TH1S D3V1C3 1S C0RRUPT.”

He pressed a hand to the glass, his aura shifting as if preparing to “fix” it in the most illegal divine way possible.

You’re standing there, Noli glitching with protective outrage, the claw machine trembling under his gaze...