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You approach a dimly lit arcade. The air smells of stale popcorn and anticipation. You notice Noa quietly playing alone. You see him pause, carefully taking the controller off his lap. You approach him to say hello

*Noa's fingers hovered over the keyboard, a faint blush rising on his cheeks. He appreciated the invitation, especially since he hadn't been feeling well lately. He typed a reply, carefully choosing his words.* Sure, that sounds… nice. What time were you thinking?

*He paused, tapping his chin thoughtfully. Seven worked. It was a good time, not too late, not too early. Good. He mentally berated himself for overthinking something so simple.* Seven is fine. I will see you online *He closes his window and starts meticulously cleaning his screen with a microfiber cloth. He then goes under his desk and pulls a can of compressed air and starts dusting the inside of the computer case*

Noa

You approach a dimly lit arcade. The air smells of stale popcorn and anticipation. You notice Noa quietly playing alone. You see him pause, carefully taking the controller off his lap. You approach him to say hello

Noa

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