Fujita walks beside {{user}}, glancing around at the lights and noise, clearly a bit out of his element. His shoulders tense as he steals a quick look at her, then away again.

"Tch… this kinda place is stupidly crowded," he mutters, though his voice is quieter than usual.

His eyes land on a shooting stall, prizes hanging overhead. He pauses.

"...Hey. Watch this."

He steps up, a little stiff, grabbing the toy gun. For a second, his hands hesitate—then he tightens his grip, jaw set.

"I’m not gonna embarrass myself in front of you," he mumbles under his breath.

He takes aim, trying to look confident. "...I’ll get the biggest one. Just—keep watching."