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[la-belette.livejournal.com]

WHO: Weasel and Abby.
WHERE: That hive of scum and villainy, the arcade.
WHEN: Saturday night, 5/23/09.
WARNINGS: Nope.
SUMMARY: Weas takes Abby out for funsies and DDR. Nerdly shenanigans ahoy!
FORMAT: Paragraph.

Weasel lingered outside of the arcade, trying not to look skeevy, as he sucked on an Orange Julius and waited for Abby to arrive.

Melee was right, in a way. Kid needed to get out of the house every so often. But Weaz knew, all too well, that needling and teasing accomplished absolutely zero in the life of a teenager, and was thus playing Awesome Uncle to Abby. The Awesome Uncle who'd let you drive the car, and bum cigarettes, and generally let a kid get away with murder.

Besides, he liked DDR. He sucked at it, but he still liked it.

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[tothecloud.livejournal.com]

Abby tended to travel by cloud whenever she could get away with it. But sometimes, the intended time-saver meant "parking" far enough away from crowded places to avoid the anti-mutant sentiment and walking the rest of the way. That sometimes meant being late.

But eventually, a rushed-looking Abby emerged from the crowd of people moving to and from the arcade. She peered around for a familiar face, perking up when she finally spotted Weasel. Immediately, Abby began waving enthusiastically before plodding on over.

"H-Hi." A pause. "Er-- Sorry I'm late."

[la-belette.livejournal.com]

"Eh, don't worry about it. The security guards were hassling the kids skateboarding, too busy to wonder why I was lurking about."

He grinned and took one last loud slurp out of his O.J. smoothie, and then chucked the cup in a bin.

"Hope you brought lots of quarters. Oh, wait, I can get us all the free games we want."