( the bubble comes, of course, a small ping on the device that makes him immediately clutch at it with both hands. gratefully, he's learned how to use them more accurately, meaning that he has somewhat mastered the use of the keyboard and switching screens, but not much else. this bubble, however, comes with something far more useful--an address, one that he repeats to himself, quietly, as he makes his way through the streets. he's in the right area, at least; he doesn't want to have to ask for help from any unsavory townsfolk around.
it is his second time at one of these things. arcades they're called, or game centers, the latter being something that makes more sense to him. strange electronic boxes full of all sorts of mysterious missions and prizes; he's happy to encounter them again, and the man in question that is waiting for him.
he finds him easily, and offers up his own hand in a broad wave. )
Uehara! ( his tone is warm and jovial, and not as loud as it might usually be. ) It is a pleasure to meet you in person. The bubbles have no voice attached!
( a hearty laugh, but his owlish eyes look towards the arcade entrance. ) Shall we begin?
slides in late with starbucks
it is his second time at one of these things. arcades they're called, or game centers, the latter being something that makes more sense to him. strange electronic boxes full of all sorts of mysterious missions and prizes; he's happy to encounter them again, and the man in question that is waiting for him.
he finds him easily, and offers up his own hand in a broad wave. )
Uehara! ( his tone is warm and jovial, and not as loud as it might usually be. ) It is a pleasure to meet you in person. The bubbles have no voice attached!
( a hearty laugh, but his owlish eyes look towards the arcade entrance. ) Shall we begin?