Re: Arcade: Gwen & Perry
Gwen still hadn't figured out the dynamics of small-town living. All her acquired memories involved a super big city, and things seemed to work substantially differently here. She'd watched the entire series run of Gilmore Girls, but even that was proving to be only mildly helpful. She laughed at his comment about drawing the attention of the natives, and that toe of hers found the carpet again, as if there was a magnet attached to it. "I'll rehabilitate him and find him a home in a safe, totally natural habitat," she said of the elephant he was patting. "AKA, on my bed." She was super proud of herself for using initialism.
She didn't think anything of taking his hand. Okay, she thought she liked how his fingers felt, but that was mostly it, and she handed over money as he did. She helped adjust his strap when he adjusted hers, and she did it in a totally unthinking way (that she would totally think about later). Her hand bumped his when she pulled it back from his shoulder, colliding mid-air with his fingers, and she laughed a pretty laugh. "Your hand was in my airspace."
Inside the room, it was totally pitch black with neon glow painted on haphazard partitions. They glowed too (her and Perry), but only where the circles dotted their vests, and there wasn't anyone inside but them, which she'd totally been counting on. She grabbed his hand again, and she pulled him deep into the maze (well, as deep as she could, seeing as the room's square footage was actually fairly limited). "Okay. No one's listening here." She tipped her head up to best approximate talking to him in the neon dark, since she couldn't actually see his eyes yet (her own eyes hadn't adjusted).