[Dating Sim] In the arcade

[3generations.livejournal.com]

[This particular main character is in the arcade, currently enjoying a rousing game of Tekken 4.]

[Bother/join in/?]

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[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

All right.

Fight seriously.

[3generations.livejournal.com]

Yes sir.

[picks the same character, and waits for him to begin]

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

[face the buttonmash rage of Kazuya!]

[3generations.livejournal.com]

[Well, he wanted a serious fight--]

[Yoshi keeps sidestepping him and eventually gets a few well placed blade smacks in there. Bam!]

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

That's more like it.

[looks determined]

[he's gotten the hang of this. Manages to put up a fight.]

[3generations.livejournal.com]

[Smirks, but doesn't say anything]

...Hnn.

[Wow, Liquid really is getting better at this. And fast!]

[Otacon quickly taps the directional pad and button, and Yoshimitsu starts spinning, but-]

Damnit!

[Hal forgot about the recovery time for the spin! Will Liquid win on an upset?]

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

Heh.

[Almost...]

!

[Skewered.]

[3generations.livejournal.com]

....

[A tumbleweed blows by behind the two of them]

You.. really won.

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

[is more surprised than he is.]

Well. I pick things up quickly.

[It was actually luck.]

[3generations.livejournal.com]

No kidding...

[turns to him, and holds his hand out to shake] Well, you won fair and square, Liquid. Good job. [smiles]

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

[takes it]

We'll have to have a rematch.

[Liquid realizes that he's completely forgotten about everything else.]

[And that he's still holding onto Otacon's hand.]

[Something makes a little sound effect: +5]

[Liquid drops his hand and looks around sharply.]

What was that?

[3generations.livejournal.com]

Yeah.. of course. [nods]

[stays there for a moment, until that sound effect]

-!

[turns away slightly, pulling his hand quickly away to push his glasses up]

Uh-? I have no idea. That was weird.

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

[Liquid looks around suspiciously.]

Watch yourself. There's no telling what could happen here.

[3generations.livejournal.com]

[nods]

Right, of course.

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

.....

[Liquid doesn't know how to say this.]

[3generations.livejournal.com]

...?

What's wrong?

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

I...apologize. For earlier. On the roof.

1/2

[3generations.livejournal.com]

For--?



Oh.

2/2

[3generations.livejournal.com]

Hey, uh. It's- it's okay, really.

I guess I just wasn't, err, expecting that. At all, actually.

Uh, what I'm trying to say-- water under the bridge. Honest.

[And lest you think his face is red, it's not.

Well, maybe.

From the heat. Hot.. hot arcade.]

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

[Liquid isn't looking at him.]

Your preferences are your own business.

[3generations.livejournal.com]

I know that, but--

[softly] Hey, look at me, please.

[gently places a hand on his shoulder, and tries to lean forward to look at him]

I'm not mad, if that's what you think. I'm OK.

Besides, if I'm going to be honest.. I guess I was a little curious.

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

[tenses a little]

[but looks at him]

It's not that.

[he's remembering being chained to the wall, the two mad Russians leering at him]

I can't force it.

[3generations.livejournal.com]

Oh.

[-Wait. Force it?]

Well, I..
I could have moved, y'know.

[Really wishes he understood the sudden change in him]

I'm just saying- I have a lot of think about.

[sighs] Look, I don't know what happened, but I get the feeling something's bothering you, and it's more than just kissing me.

I'm sorry.

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

...Like I said. Be careful. There are lunatics running wild here.

[glares]

What are you apologizing for?

[3generations.livejournal.com]

Right. [nods, pushing up his glasses]

..Well.
Just seemed like the right thing to do.