[ On the date they had arranged, at last, Tomura arrived looking just slightly nicer than usual. He'd thrown on a long-sleeved tee and a pair of jeans, both black, and a light bomber jacket in red; his hair, whether brushed or unbrushed, remains a wild tangle of vines. The two of them had explored the arcade for awhile, Tomura playing tour guide, walking them between the flash and glitz and ruckus of the gaming paradise. To Hua Cheng, he'd introduced an easy first game, or at least one without much need of context: Taiko Pro. Hit the drums to a rhythm, plus there's a simple co-op mode so there's no need to flatten a beginner—easy enough. ]
Is there anything else you want to try?
[ He asks eventually, the screen before them blowing confetti for the end of the song. Tomura had considered suggesting some FPS or racing games too, but he wonders if he would need to explain them. Guns? Cars? Despite the modern fixtures of the resort, he doesn't know if Hua Cheng has had the chance to encounter those things. Maybe if he'd been down to the basement or spent some time watching TV. Well, there's also always the crane games and air hockey—not that Tomura ever frequently made use of the latter, lacking a partner to play with (probably the best for everyone). ]
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Is there anything else you want to try?
[ He asks eventually, the screen before them blowing confetti for the end of the song. Tomura had considered suggesting some FPS or racing games too, but he wonders if he would need to explain them. Guns? Cars? Despite the modern fixtures of the resort, he doesn't know if Hua Cheng has had the chance to encounter those things. Maybe if he'd been down to the basement or spent some time watching TV. Well, there's also always the crane games and air hockey—not that Tomura ever frequently made use of the latter, lacking a partner to play with (probably the best for everyone). ]