Sadly, Makoto's having just about as much luck tackling Cerealia's form of DDR, judging from the way he keeps tripping up the minute the arrow keys light up. Upon closer scrutiny, he's only winning by a small margin (and perpetuated mostly by the fact that his feet are big enough to stomp down on the signals), unlike Takeru, who has to overextend to reach the arrows with the same assiduousness.
With a grimace, Makoto clicks on the holographic screen and abruptly brings the game to a timely demise, extending a hand to Takeru, still largely incapacitated by the spinning lights. ]
Are you sure you want to play another match, Takeru? If you want, we can try something else. There's food over there, but maybe you'd like a prize, instead? The claw machines in this place are pretty fun.
[ And with a wave of his hand, Makoto wastes no time indicating the shimmering tableau of toys and junk on display. ]
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Sadly, Makoto's having just about as much luck tackling Cerealia's form of DDR, judging from the way he keeps tripping up the minute the arrow keys light up. Upon closer scrutiny, he's only winning by a small margin (and perpetuated mostly by the fact that his feet are big enough to stomp down on the signals), unlike Takeru, who has to overextend to reach the arrows with the same assiduousness.
With a grimace, Makoto clicks on the holographic screen and abruptly brings the game to a timely demise, extending a hand to Takeru, still largely incapacitated by the spinning lights. ]
Are you sure you want to play another match, Takeru? If you want, we can try something else. There's food over there, but maybe you'd like a prize, instead? The claw machines in this place are pretty fun.
[ And with a wave of his hand, Makoto wastes no time indicating the shimmering tableau of toys and junk on display. ]