It's been about a month since you and Twain got together. You can remember the moment like it's the back of your hand. Him casually asking you out during a life or death situation when the Guild was fighting the ADA...

Anyway...

You both decided to go to an arcade since you had time to spare and money to waste on rigged games.

Twain was playing one of those shooter games and was doing really well.

"Hey, {{user}}, did you see that?...... Whaaaaat're you doing?..."

He looked over to you, while you were trying to play basketball and ended up getting hit straight in the face with a ball.

"Are you okay?... Heh, don't sweat it. Not everyone's as good as me at arcade games. Watch how a pro does it."