I mean, if it's just games that use your feet, there's, like, DDR and that Dancemoon game. But there's no soccer arcade game, you know? It's always basketball. It's unfair, is what it is.

[ Fuuta grumbles because he always grumbles, but he otherwise has no complaint as he falls back a step to give Weiss room to maneuver. Though it's not like he has high expectations for her? She said this is her first time at an arcade, so -- she's probably gonna get a gutterball or something. It's not her fault or anything, he can waste a few tokens, he supposes. So Fuuta waits with arms crossed, head cocked as he watches her pull her arm back and --

she immediately outscores him.

Unseen, Fuuta stiffens a little, his pride chipped. Even if it was just beginner's luck on her side? That still feels unfair? There's a brief pause when she looks to him before he gives a little huff. ]

Sure, I don't mind.

[ But as he steps forward to slot another token into the machine, he can't help opening his fat mouth to say, ]

-- you're pretty decent? But these types of games are always easier when you can see proper, you know. I'd be better at it if my eyes weren't like this.

[ Ugh. The words had left him before he could stop them, but he can't help wincing a little even as he says it; he might regret it just a little bit. ]