[And he will simply be waiting on the porch that wraps around his treehouse, eyes searching for Izutsumi until she comes into view. When she does, he'll step inside to hold the door open for her.]
[Sunny's not all that good at smiling, so his greeting is probably lackluster at best, but he does wave, and then he lets her inside.
[Sunny's treehouse is modestly decorated at best, with a couch, and old half-busted TV, a table; the most notable portion of the living room, however, is a very large pile in the corner comprised of stuffed animals of various sizes, pillows, blankets. There's a pile of sketchbooks shoved halfway under the couch nearby, papers haphazardly sticking out here and there.
[By way of answer, he pulls his GameBoy Color handheld gaming console out of his pocket and flips it on, the screen coming to light with comforting 8-bit pixels as a little tune plays.]
[ izutsumi is going to dive into the blankets and pillows, gathering them up and collecting them around her, before sitting up. a purring sound can be heard from her chest. ]
[Sunny sits next to her at the edge of the pile, but doesn't dive in quite so much himself. He wants to give her space if that's what she needs. He's hardly bold even when he's on friendly terms with someone; then again, Izutsumi has never called Sunny her friend, so he doesn't assume he is.]
[In response to this, Sunny holds the console high above his head with two arms straight up. He nods, then lowers it back down, angling himself so she can see him play a level.
[He's...not the best teacher, really; doesn't say a word the entire time. But the little 8-bit platformer he's playing is simple. He jumps along, collecting coins and bopping enemies out of the way. When he gets to the end of the level, a little jingle plays. Hooray!
[He turns to glance at her, to see how she's taken it all in.]
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hi
izutsumi
remember how i told u
about that video game?
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what about it
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if you'd like to see
or even try
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so i come to your house?
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its clean
and i have a soft pile
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ill be right over.
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[And he will simply be waiting on the porch that wraps around his treehouse, eyes searching for Izutsumi until she comes into view. When she does, he'll step inside to hold the door open for her.]
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[ she seems to be in a good mood, though her hair is a mess and she looks like a bedraggled cat. at least she's clean. ]
So? Where is it?
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[Sunny's treehouse is modestly decorated at best, with a couch, and old half-busted TV, a table; the most notable portion of the living room, however, is a very large pile in the corner comprised of stuffed animals of various sizes, pillows, blankets. There's a pile of sketchbooks shoved halfway under the couch nearby, papers haphazardly sticking out here and there.
[By way of answer, he pulls his
GameBoy Colorhandheld gaming console out of his pocket and flips it on, the screen coming to light with comforting 8-bit pixels as a little tune plays.]Want...to sit?
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I'm ready.
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[Sunny sits next to her at the edge of the pile, but doesn't dive in quite so much himself. He wants to give her space if that's what she needs. He's hardly bold even when he's on friendly terms with someone; then again, Izutsumi has never called Sunny her friend, so he doesn't assume he is.]
Watch first? Or try first?
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[He's...not the best teacher, really; doesn't say a word the entire time. But the little 8-bit platformer he's playing is simple. He jumps along, collecting coins and bopping enemies out of the way. When he gets to the end of the level, a little jingle plays. Hooray!
[He turns to glance at her, to see how she's taken it all in.]
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that's all she's got at the moment. ]
What are you doing in it?
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[He starts the next level, but it's still only Level 2. He takes it slow.]
Jump. [He demonstrates with the A button.]
Dash. [B.]
Move...[The control pad.]
Kill enemies. [Bop!] Collect...coins. [Ding!] Don't fall...
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[ she taps on the screen idly. ]
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Just pictures.
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That's . . . less interesting.
I collect coins and kill people in real life.
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[He keeps his eyes on the screen and starts the next level.]
You kill people...?
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[He finishes the level, holding the console out for her. He tilts his head a bit.]
It's just for fun.
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I guess I'll try . . .
You just press buttons?
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cw: suicidal ideation
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1/2 cw: alter shifting
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