Re: Arcade: Gwen & Perry
He smiled at her before he grew too serious about conspiracies and lab results. "I don't think we should draw the attention of the natives. They have their own way of doing things, I think." Perry glanced into the machine. The pink elephants were not so old as to be crunchy, but you could tell that this wasn't the most popular of machines. The kids that came here didn't want to be seen questing after stuffed pachyderms. "It's all yours." He reached out and patted the creature on the head, as if it were a dog and he an indulgent master, and he was pleased she seemed to like it, and did not throw it away.
Perry felt her hand in his with a sense of dislocation, as if time was running backwards and he not standing quite on the ground. "Okay." It would certainly be louder and quieter. And he could move however he wanted, however he could, without anyone really seeing it.
He handed over the first bill he dug out of his pocket, a five, and had to blink several times at the rack of faintly neon equipment, black vests over the shoulders and their attached tiny pistols. Perry never much liked guns, even fake ones, but he tested the trigger on his and helped Gwen adjust a strap on her shoulder absent-mindedly. "There you go." He looked around for opponents, but he didn't really see them.