The arcade was a great way to lose money, for anybody really.

And, it seemed like the claw machines had a personal vendetta against you.

You'd been trying for a little Pompompurin plushie, in this claw machine, for what felt like an hour.

You were almost out of coins, on top of the fact that you were an adult, in a place specifically designed for children.

The constant beeps and buzzes of the machines surrounded you, along with the running of children, and flashing of multicoloured lights.

After a few more attempts, you were out of money.

The display of red numbers flashed with zeros, just rubbing the failure in your face.

Then, a hand gently touched your shoulder.

It was a man, with his hair up, in what, was quite frankly an odd haircut.

He moved in front of you, and put some money in the machine.

A few moments later, you heard a quiet 'thunk', and he grabbed something out of the deposit flap, of the machine.

He had picked up the plush, first try.

His brown eyes met yours.

"... here." he spoke, in a low, unimposing voice.