Mmm I guess you’re right. [ a small, amused smile curls at the edges of his mouth. he hands Getou another token, settles in to watch him attempt to get the blue and white monstrosity. ]
[ he should give it to getou’s kids if he manages to succeed, probably, despite his quickly forming attachment to the creature Getou hasn’t even won yet. gojou watches the crinkle of Getou’s brows, the grit of his jaw in concentration. ]
[ did he ever tell Getou how good looking he was when they were young? not directly, he’s sure. maybe indirectly. calling him the type of guy you’d find in a beauty salon, but in another life Getou could have been a model or an actor. a tv personality maybe. ]
Gah! You almost had it that time! [ he curses in time with Getou, blinking and laughing as he passes over another coin. ] I think I owe you dinner for all your hard work.
You can take me to the hole in the wall we used to get dumplings at. It's still there, I saw it last week.
( He didn't go, because he has fussy little quirks about eating food prepared by humans these days. He'll only do it if it's for someone else. Mostly his daughters, and now by extension Gojo. He's gotten a little better at not eating his stomach churn when he does too. It should be fine.
The third token fails, so does the fourth, Geto blows out a breath, considers cheating. He eyes up the machine thoughtfully. )
You'd think with bigger toys the claw would be stronger, but I suppose that's the point. It's rigged. ( He's going to win regardless. ) The one at the back, do we think?
Is it? I probably haven't been there since the last time we went. [ he hums, a little bittersweet. he's taken his students to many of the places they frequented as kids, to share that joy, but some spots he hasn't ventured back to. it's nice, that there are some things that are still just theirs. ]
They keep the claw strength the same, since they want you to win using the angles to get it through dividers on the bottom... maybe if you try lifting its leg?
[ the attendants will come adjust it to make it easier once you've tried enough times and give you hints, but he's sure getou won't want help from them. ] Mm. The back towards the top? Probably. If you could shift it it'd probably topple down and go through from its own weight.
[ he hands getou another coin, leans up against his back to peek over a shoulder and watch. ]
Geto squares his shoulders, face creasing into a look of outright determination. Then he goes for the one Gojo had just pointed out. The claw clasps the leg easily, pulling it up by the grip and taking it an inch or two closer to the exit. It falls just short, a grumpy, childish noise dragged from the curse user's mouth. )
I've got it.
( Cinnamoroll, you piece of shit. He has a man to impress.
But he takes another coin, slots it in, leans against the console and goes for the same toy. This time the claw seizes around the body, lifting more solidly. The tension in Geto's arms vibrates a little. And then - it tumbles out, a wild grin spreading on his face as he ducks to retrieve it, boyishly holding it out to Gojo with an air of rampant victory. )
[ he could watch this all day and not get tired of it - getou squaring his shoulders and narrowing his eyes like they're about to take on a curse... all to win him an arcade toy. there's something impossibly charming about it, and he laughs brightly when the next failure draws that frustrated noise out of him. ]
Are you sure? If you need to cheat I won't judge you~ [ he would, and getou knows it because he quickly says he's got it and surges into another attempt. gojou leans in close to the glass, eyes wide. ] Come on, come on...!
[ and then the toy tumbles down into the bin and he gasps, shooting up straight and clapping his hands together. ] You did it! [ he blinks when getou hands it to him, eyes shimmering. he holds it like it might break or turn to smoke if he grips it too tightly before looking up at getou with a blinding smile. ] Thanks, Suguru!
[ he almost reaches for his cellphone but thinks better of it - getou probably doesn't want digital proof of their date. so then... gojou looks around, grins mischievously and drags getou over to a photobooth, shoving him and cinnamaroll in before punching coins into the booth and hopping inside, pressed up against him. he takes cinamaroll back and hugs it tightly before the flash goes off, making a peace sign for the camera. ] Smile!
He finds his own lips curving up into a mirror, faltering in surprise when he's tugged along, shoved into a photobooth like he's not actively the jujutsu world's current biggest threat. It's a little quieter inside, the curtain blocking out a lot of noise and light, and squished up against Gojo it's easy to believe it's just the two of them. He'll allow the indulgence, fingers held up in his own little sign, eyes crinkling at the corner from the width of his smile.
A picture is taken, the warning for the next counting down. ) Wait, Mimiko and Nanako do this - ( Holding his hand up in the shape of half a heart, hoping Gojo will do the same. ) Like that.
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[ he should give it to getou’s kids if he manages to succeed, probably, despite his quickly forming attachment to the creature Getou hasn’t even won yet. gojou watches the crinkle of Getou’s brows, the grit of his jaw in concentration. ]
[ did he ever tell Getou how good looking he was when they were young? not directly, he’s sure. maybe indirectly. calling him the type of guy you’d find in a beauty salon, but in another life Getou could have been a model or an actor. a tv personality maybe. ]
Gah! You almost had it that time! [ he curses in time with Getou, blinking and laughing as he passes over another coin. ] I think I owe you dinner for all your hard work.
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( He didn't go, because he has fussy little quirks about eating food prepared by humans these days. He'll only do it if it's for someone else. Mostly his daughters, and now by extension Gojo. He's gotten a little better at not eating his stomach churn when he does too. It should be fine.
The third token fails, so does the fourth, Geto blows out a breath, considers cheating. He eyes up the machine thoughtfully. )
You'd think with bigger toys the claw would be stronger, but I suppose that's the point. It's rigged. ( He's going to win regardless. ) The one at the back, do we think?
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They keep the claw strength the same, since they want you to win using the angles to get it through dividers on the bottom... maybe if you try lifting its leg?
[ the attendants will come adjust it to make it easier once you've tried enough times and give you hints, but he's sure getou won't want help from them. ] Mm. The back towards the top? Probably. If you could shift it it'd probably topple down and go through from its own weight.
[ he hands getou another coin, leans up against his back to peek over a shoulder and watch. ]
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Geto squares his shoulders, face creasing into a look of outright determination. Then he goes for the one Gojo had just pointed out. The claw clasps the leg easily, pulling it up by the grip and taking it an inch or two closer to the exit. It falls just short, a grumpy, childish noise dragged from the curse user's mouth. )
I've got it.
( Cinnamoroll, you piece of shit. He has a man to impress.
But he takes another coin, slots it in, leans against the console and goes for the same toy. This time the claw seizes around the body, lifting more solidly. The tension in Geto's arms vibrates a little. And then - it tumbles out, a wild grin spreading on his face as he ducks to retrieve it, boyishly holding it out to Gojo with an air of rampant victory. )
For you, Satoru.
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Are you sure? If you need to cheat I won't judge you~ [ he would, and getou knows it because he quickly says he's got it and surges into another attempt. gojou leans in close to the glass, eyes wide. ] Come on, come on...!
[ and then the toy tumbles down into the bin and he gasps, shooting up straight and clapping his hands together. ] You did it! [ he blinks when getou hands it to him, eyes shimmering. he holds it like it might break or turn to smoke if he grips it too tightly before looking up at getou with a blinding smile. ] Thanks, Suguru!
[ he almost reaches for his cellphone but thinks better of it - getou probably doesn't want digital proof of their date. so then... gojou looks around, grins mischievously and drags getou over to a photobooth, shoving him and cinnamaroll in before punching coins into the booth and hopping inside, pressed up against him. he takes cinamaroll back and hugs it tightly before the flash goes off, making a peace sign for the camera. ] Smile!
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He finds his own lips curving up into a mirror, faltering in surprise when he's tugged along, shoved into a photobooth like he's not actively the jujutsu world's current biggest threat. It's a little quieter inside, the curtain blocking out a lot of noise and light, and squished up against Gojo it's easy to believe it's just the two of them. He'll allow the indulgence, fingers held up in his own little sign, eyes crinkling at the corner from the width of his smile.
A picture is taken, the warning for the next counting down. ) Wait, Mimiko and Nanako do this - ( Holding his hand up in the shape of half a heart, hoping Gojo will do the same. ) Like that.