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WHO: Momiji and OPEN to everyone
WHERE: The MAC and the streets
WHEN: From Jan. 7 thru Jan.9, state when/where in header
WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Trying to stop thinking so much, Momiji starts wondering around the City.
FORMAT: Starts with prose, will dissolve into whatever the other person wants

Momiji had been spending his first few days in the City trying to wrap his mind around the concept of being stuck in this new reality. It hadn’t been going well. Thinking about it left him depressed and filled with questions about the future. The silence that filled his apartment wasn’t helping. Momiji had never really been alone. Sure, the houses on Sohma estate were usually quiet, but there had still been the background hum of human life. To keep himself from dwelling on his situation, Momiji had been busy acquiring a new wardrobe and decorating his room.

But there was only so much time he could dedicate to deciding between shades of pink and by Friday, Momiji running out of things to do. Determined not to spend his weekend worrying over something he couldn’t change, he rose early and with a game plan. He was going to explore the City and get familiar with the place he’d be calling home from now on. Mentally pumping himself, Momiji pulled on a sweater and strode out the door.

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"Eh, that's okay. I'm always outmatched at these games!" Momiji laughed, staring at the screen. He pouted when Bakura paid, but went to choosing a character. Momiji picked the Lovers, for no other reason then it looked cute.

"You don't have to, but thanks."

"With some practice, I'm sure you'll get good enough to beat me," Bakura assured with a smile. There was thankfully a demo screen to show the controls before the game started.

He flexed his left hand as he waited for Momiji to get the hang of things. Using the joystick controllers was always far easier than a home game system control for his hand. He could just hold the stick loosely, moving his arm more than his hand and it almost looked like strategy rather than a way to work with the mess of scar tissue that made things so awkward.

"I doubt it." Momiji replied, watching the demo earnestly. He took a few moments to understand the game play. He wasn't very good, but he always figured that wasn't the point of games anyway.

"You can start too Bakura-kun!" He declared after a bit.

"Here I go!" Bakura announced cheerfully before staring to play. It was pretty clear he was very experienced as soon as he started, his useless hand serving as no real handicap. Though he did pause every now and then to give Momiji a chance to catch up so the game wouldn't be over TOO quickly!

Momiji just laughed at his obvious lack of skill. Even with Bakura's thoughtful lapses, Momiji was still far behind. He didn't care much. Even losing, he was having fun. He let out a little Eek!, when he missed something on screen. "Wow, you're really good at this." Momiji complimented.

Bakura and his character on the screen both gave a small laugh, rubbing the back of their necks.

"I used to play it a lot back home! Mostly one player..." he admitted sheepishly, shaking out his left hand of any residual tension. "They even have a console version of it, but I'm not as good with that one."

"I see. No wonder you're good." Momiji said, smiling. He looked over. "Is your hand cramping?"

"Aaaa--" Bakura almost reflexively moved to cover his hand before the scaring could be seen, even though it was probably too late. "Trying to keep it from cramping!" he half explained.

Momiji noted the scaring and shot Bakura a worried look. For a moment he thought of asking. Then he thought of his own experiences and like a good little Sohma, kept his mouth shut. Bakura would say something if he wanted Momiji to know. Otherwise, he knew when to back off. "Oh, I see. It'd be easy for that to happen in this game, I think." He rambled with a grin.

Sadly, Bakura was also in the habit of keeping his mouth shut, not wanting people to worry about things that noone could help. But he caught the worried look and almost grimaced. He didn't really want to have to explain (because really, other than just "something from back home" there was no way to explain without going into all sorts of unpleasantness) he didn't want Momiji to worry either.

"Aa-- un!" he laughed. "Sometimes I just get so focused I don't realize how tense my hand's gotten! But as long as I shake it out after, it's no problem!"

Hopefully that would defuse any worry.

"You get to pick the next game! Since I picked this one," he smiled. Even though he could play one player on his winning quarter, it didn't seem like it'd be much fun for Momiji to just watch!

For Momiji keeping your mouth shut wasn't just a matter of keeping people from worrying; it was a manner of survival for both him and those he told. So he completely understood when other people didn't want to discuss something.

"I'm like that sometimes. Getting too focused on a task and not even realize what else is going on." He kept up the grin, keeping any concern out of his features. He would just file this conversation away for later musings.

"Okay." He looked around, hands on hips and with a determined air. Bakura said he didn't care much for fighting so he skipped over the nearby Tekken. "Do you like racing games?"

Bakura nodded with a grin. "And then suddenly it's the middle of the night and you've forgotten to get to bed on time," he continued. Oh, the nights where he looked up to see it was 3am and there he was hovered over his TRPG... He got very good at surviving school on very little sleep!

"Un! I like them!" Really, he also liked fighting games, he was just no good at them.

Momiji had to agree. "Eh, I hate that." Momiji rather liked his sleep and wasn't that happy to lose any. But keeping yourself pumped full of candy on a daily basis meant for some late nights.

"'Kay. Why don't we play this one?" He hopped over to a Daytona USA game. His pulled a few coins from a pocket and slipped them in, settling onto one of the seats.

"Sure!"

Bakura sees what you did they Momiji. The politeness war of paying for each others games is so on~

He slid into the next seat with a grin, flexing his hand before taking the wheel. "Ready!"

Momiji would not allow someone else to win in the war of manners. His grin grew larger as he selected a car and the on screen countdown began. He tensed slightly, pushing hard on the pedal. "Alright! Let's see who'll win this one."

But which was more polite, winning the manners war or letting the other party win it? Maybe this was why he never won those wars.

"You're on!" Bakura laughed, zooming out as well. He had gotten much better at racing games since being in the City, though he still played them safe, not wanting to wreck his imaginary ride. But between the motorcycle rides and his scooter, he was far more confident. Though Momiji did have a fair chance!

It was truly a for the ages.

Momiji lacked any such notion of playing it safe and wrecked within the first few seconds. However, he found this hilarious and just giggled while his car was righted on screen. It was a safe bet to say that Momiji was not a gamer by any means. He kept going, full speed to catch up to Bakura. "Come on, faster!"

Bakura would have covered his laugh if his hands hadn't been otherwise occupied with the game. "Careful or you won't have a car left to finish the course!" he teased, carefully passing another car. 4th place and gaining!

"Haha, my driving skills are very good. Poor car." Momiji narrowly missed another wreck as he talked, swerving quickly to the right. Hey, fifth place wasn't bad, he was almost caught up to Bakura.

"A good thing you aren't driving a real one, ne?" Bakura teased, slowing down to take a turn.

"Yeah. I don't think I should ever drive for real." Momiji agreed, taking the curve sharply.

Bakura's car skittered a little as Momiji's zoomed on by. "Aaaaa!" he exclaimed, pressing down on the petal to try and catch up again. "It's different, driving in a game," he pointed out, trying to speed up yet still be careful. Aaaa, he was going to have to be a bit more reckless, wasn't he?

"Oh, hey I passed you!" Momiji said, laughing excitedly. "I guess so. People on the streets don't drive this crazy." Bakura was definitely going to have to drive more insane to keep up with Momiji's reckless style. Though he if wrecked much more that would be a problem.

"Aaa, you did, you did!" Bakura laughed. "And they don't, not even here, thankfully!" he grinned. One more NPC car to pass and he was in 2nd place to Momiji's 1st. Now if he could just catch up...!

"I might actually win." Momiji exclaimed, almost bouncing in his seat. "If people drove like I do, there would be a lot more wrecks." As he said that he looked away from the screen and crashed into a wall. He groaned. "Like that!"

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