them strength too big for them gottamn buildings

[fauxmarth]

WHO: Lucina and M
WHERE: MF
WHEN: 7/7 or whenever
WHAT: Out on the town on accident
WARNINGS: ?



Hum...

[Lucina frowns deeply, folding her arms as she paces outside the arcade she and M have been very abruptly kicked out of, her face still somewhat flush with embarrassment.]

We're...not even the strongest of imPorts in this world by a long shot. Why wouldn't contingencies already be in place for potential damages like-- like that?

[like an air hockey puck so violently ricocheted that it dented a wall, cracked a pinball machine, and ultimately lodged itself solidly in the ceiling.]

Comments

[heliophilic]

[For his part, M is doing his best to not look too amused by the course of events ending up exactly the way he'd said they would if they kept playing like that.

Why do people still insist on not believing him?

Of course, he isn't completely blameles... after all, he certainly didn't let up any after his warning. What was he supposed to do, lose?]

Probably because we're not at an arcade designed for imPorts, strong or not. They weren't ready for martial air hockey.

[fauxmarth]

Martial-- [scoffing, she plants her hands on her hips and gives him a look.] It wasn't any more martial than any of the other folks playing.

[a beat.

...okay. maybe she didn't have to backswing that one time. but...but she refuses to be sorry for keen reflexes! she'd have chipped a tooth otherwise...

sigh.]

Well, my idea for an enjoyable diversion after sparring is ruined. Sorry, M.

[heliophilic]

What for? That was the most fun I've had in an arcade probably ever.

[He gives her a reassuring pat on the shoulder.]

It isn't often someone can hold their own, y'know.

[fauxmarth]

[she's somewhat mollified by that remark of his. most fun ever, is it? that's a pretty high mark.

...unless the bar was incredibly low already.]

...Well, the arcade was my idea. What do you propose? Unless you'd rather call it a day right here and now.

[heliophilic]

[Most people don't share his idea of fun.]

Hmmm... Well, there's plenty of other arcades to terrorize... or I could teach you how to destroy some billiards balls.

[fauxmarth]

Destroy some what? [squint.] I'm not familiar.

[heliophilic]

Pool. You ever notice that fuzzy table next to my stairs?

[fauxmarth]

[blink.

a beat.]

The...green one? With the...pockets for drinks?

[heliophilic]

I'll pretend you haven't been putting drinks in there.

[His poor table.]

But that's the one. You hit balls into those pockets with big sticks.

[fauxmarth]

Oh.

[blinkblink.

she scratches sheepishly at her cheek -- uncharacteristic of her, but...she does feel a bit like a silly child to be corrected like that.]

I had no idea, no. Is it fun?

[heliophilic]

Why don't you come back with me and find out?

It's my table, so we can get as intense as we'd like.

[fauxmarth]

[frown.]

Of course, I don't mind, but... Are you sure? It just means retreating back to your home, instead of finding someplace interesting and new...

[heliophilic]

[He gives a shrug.]

You got any leads on "interesting and new"?

[It isn't an accusatory question--he's genuinely curious. His idea of "interesting and new" typically is anything but either one of those things, so he's learned to go along with other people's opinions.]

[fauxmarth]

[at this, her frown turns into more of a grimace. she sheepishly sweeps at her bangs, failing to keep much of them behind her ear.]

Well...I doubt there's much interesting or new for you here; you've been here quite a time longer than I have! [a small sigh.]

So perhaps that settles it. To this pocket-table and sticks it is, then. Lead the way, M.

[heliophilic]

I think you severely underestimate my ability to have a good time in any realm that doesn't involve punching.

[Sure, he's been here a while, but he can count the number of normal things he's done on two hands. All right, maybe a few toes, but that's it.]

You sure?

[He silently calls for a Door anyway. She seems pretty certain... if not exactly thrilled at the prospect.]

[fauxmarth]

[waving her hand in dismissal:] You've already said you're fine with it, and so I shall be, as well. Come, you'll be a teacher once again.

Just without weapons.

[probably.

he did say there's sticks involved.]

[heliophilic]

You said that about air hockey too, and look where that got us.

[Still, he ushers her through the Door and into his apartment.]

So, pool. Name of the game is hitting these balls--[he motions to the balls already racked up and ready to go]--into one of the "cup holders" with the sticks on the wall there. One of us will hit in the balls with stripes, and the other one tries to hit the solids. Last one to get all of their balls in a cup holder and sink the 8 ball wins.

[fauxmarth]

[Lucina paces around the table until she's standing opposite him, her hands on her hips and head tilted curiously as she follows his meaning by way of glancing at the things he speaks of in turn.

hit them?]

...Is this...lawn-bowling on a table? [squint.] Why would you not just roll them by hand?