[The feed clicks on as a child's socked foot carelessly shifts by it. Said foot is quickly tucked beneath the child it belongs to and the PDA is paid absolutely zero attention. There are far more important things happening here.
Alma's sitting cross-legged on his bed with his new Gameboy (thanks Lavi) clutched in his hands. He's focused on that little screen like only a child can be, face barely five inches away and his tongue sticking out from between his lips. There's no tinny-sounding music to go by since the boy's somehow acquired a simple set of headphones, but if the expression on his face is any clue? Whatever's going on is epic.]
C'mon, Bulbasaur, one more, one more... [Or maybe he's just reached his first gym leader.
He continues mumbling at the screen, tilting the game from side to side as if that will help him win, barely even blinking when his golem flutters over to settle in his shaggy hair. Tension builds in his shoulders as he approaches what must be the climax of... whatever it is he's doing. Thick eyebrows furrow and his mouth widens to form a tentative grin...
And suddenly his entire expression falls flat. He drops the game into his lap and slaps both hands over his face, obviously disgusted.]
Aw, c'mon! Brock, you're such a douchewaffle! Stupid jerk!
[Looks like somebody lost.] |
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