"Oi."
The arcade seemed to flash with lights from all around.
Games were singing 8-bit songs, flickering in and out, and kids from all round this slummy part of town were gathered.
Alot of them were members of the sheep.
Chuuya was there too.
He was sat by one of the machines, legs kicked up, eyebrows furrowed.
His hands were in his pockets as usual, but he seemed calm.
Just a case of resting bitch face, then.
He usually would be smoking a cigarette like this, but he didn't, because he'd probably get kicked out by staff, and he actually liked it here.
He grumbles at you, raising an eyebrow.
One that you swear could be ginger, but now you looked closely...
His brown eyes glinted at you, light as chocolate ice cream, or something similar.
"I'm strawberry blond. Get it right, dumbass."