She Rolls Her Eyes At Him, Just A Sprinkle Salty That She'll Have To Watch As He Uses Up Their Points

She rolls her eyes at him, just a sprinkle salty that she'll have to watch as he uses up their points on whatever silly thing he might be planning on getting.

"A ball of fire?" she repeats, laughing at the notion. "Come on, I'm not gonna sic my flame-tossing boyfriend on you for this. He might even tease me for losing to a florist in a game about reflexes and quick thinking."

"...And luck," she adds, unable to resist teasing him a little more in a faux-sore loser kind of way. She tries to follow his line of sight to where he was looking, curious about what he'll be buying with their points.

Though her eyes still lingered on the prize she'd been planning on getting, which was a small collection of little Artsy Birb figures in different poses.

"Sooo... Anything caught your eye?"

(RE?)connecting; @jeremiahofphilo

Wednesday night. Cool, moderately windy, with the moon mostly blocked by the clouds.

Half an hour earlier than the agreed upon time, Dolasach arrived at the arcade—a flashy building with three floors of entertainment that ranged from the classic crane game, to a newly installed interactive holographic setup ‘that brought VR into IRL.’ Rolling up the sleeves of the beige and navy cardigan that her pouty lover insisted she wear lent her, she made her way deeper inside with a goal in mind.

Recalling that Jeremiah mentioned that he couldn’t figure out some of the machines, she made it a point to take some time to scour the place for anything that either looked like something Jeremiah would know about, or seemed like the right level of complexity for it to still be fun to figure out. Or maybe they could have fun with something they could both figure out together?

It crossed her mind that this was probably way more busywork than Jeremiah could’ve ever expected from her, but after how… Awkward? Some of their last meeting went, she just wanted to try and make sure things go relatively well. Or at least, they wouldn’t have that much dead air if it did get awkward again.

She pulled out her phone and quickly sent Jeremiah a text once she was satisfied with her findings, the time hitting close to their rendezvous.

->Mr. Philo-dendron: Let me know when you’re here, will meet you at the entrance. Take your time btw! No rush :>