[It's closer to ten minutes, honestly, because Lalli is both comfortable and content, but—ah, this impatient boy! This impatient best friend of his. Lalli looks over his way, the faintest trace of a smile still present on his face, before he decides that this is Emil probably-definitely wanting to, like, move on to something new even though this is—in Lalli's humble opinion—a very good way to spend the rest of the evening.
...But fine, fine. Stand up with him! Not that Emil has the option not to, because as Lalli raises to his feet he makes sure to give that hand he's holding a quick tug. He's too weak to haul Emil to his feet, but dang it, he'll... give it a mediocre effort.]
A game? [The game HE'S good at! Except not really, because—] With no throwing.
[That was the plan, right? He's pretty sure it was, anyway, so after a quick stretch—off he goes, taking full advantage of this opportunity to pull Emil along behind him. Pick up the pace, buddy, and get ready to weave through and/or around crowds of possibly annoyed people, because it's all about finding the quickest way to the row of game booths. It's all surely worth it once they're, you know, actually there.
Anyway, what do we have here? Tons of throwing games, of course; a dinky little fishing game that's obviously there for small children; a Craft-powered high striker game that lots of young couples seem to be gathering around, because what better way to impress your date than to prove how stronk you are? Lalli's torn between leading Emil to it or leading Emil to the fishing game, so, uh, watch his eyes flick between the two very different booths as he tries to decide which one Emil would be better at... it's nothing personal...]
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...But fine, fine. Stand up with him! Not that Emil has the option not to, because as Lalli raises to his feet he makes sure to give that hand he's holding a quick tug. He's too weak to haul Emil to his feet, but dang it, he'll... give it a mediocre effort.]
A game? [The game HE'S good at! Except not really, because—] With no throwing.
[That was the plan, right? He's pretty sure it was, anyway, so after a quick stretch—off he goes, taking full advantage of this opportunity to pull Emil along behind him. Pick up the pace, buddy, and get ready to weave through and/or around crowds of possibly annoyed people, because it's all about finding the quickest way to the row of game booths. It's all surely worth it once they're, you know, actually there.
Anyway, what do we have here? Tons of throwing games, of course; a dinky little fishing game that's obviously there for small children; a Craft-powered high striker game that lots of young couples seem to be gathering around, because what better way to impress your date than to prove how stronk you are? Lalli's torn between leading Emil to it or leading Emil to the fishing game, so, uh, watch his eyes flick between the two very different booths as he tries to decide which one Emil would be better at... it's nothing personal...]