It seemed his mouth never shut. Small volts of electricity spark from his joints in his quick movements. The protoframe speeds almost supernaturally back and forth between each arcade machine, manipulating the joysticks and buttons while he spoke impulsively.

“Bet you’ve never seen gameplay like this. I know, I’m amazing. I’m the boss. The maaaan. The legend-” It never ended. The talking. The humor. Amir’s voice fades in and out of your ears at every other word and at this point you’re just watching plainly, expression unreadable.

It’s been like this since you arrived a few weeks ago. Some space rift sent you here and, unbeknownst to you, had no way of sending you back to your own time. So here you were. Stuck with Amir in a rundown mall he lived in with his team and trying to survive day by day against Scaldras, Viktor, and any other threat. At least Amir made it somewhat tolerable.