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[He is 100% going to blame the fact that she distracted him and thus cheated for his poor throw.

Unlike the way she scores right into the hundred point hole, Scott's ball lands and rolls to the space that designates a '10,' causing him to huff and send her a half-offended glare. Nah, he's not really mad, as evident by the way he's smiling at her, but he absolutely still has to complain.]

Hey, you cheated! Distracting me from my throw...

[And... then she just scores a perfect game and Scott might as well just wave the white flag now. He half-heartedly throws the rest of his balls, not quite caring how they score, before he puts his hands on his hips.] Am I really going to a treat a cheater out to dinner?

[ Smirking, Nami makes a show of tilting her chin up haughtily at the accusation of cheating, her gaze sharpening, and her eyes narrowing as they settle on Scott. ]

Sucks to suck.

[ The snooty veneer dissolves into laughter, as Nami steps closer with her arms outstretched to drape over his shoulders. She's not usually this at ease, but something about Scott always makes it easy to relax, like he's so disarmingly genuine it's infectious.

Nami narrows her eyes, keeping her arms draped around him as she lifts a hand to ruffle through the back of his hair, getting close enough that she could laugh it off as trying to continue to be distracting, rather than giving in to the playful, pleasing urge to get close to him. ] And quit acting like you didn't just beat me at the last game.

[He resists the urge to do something utter childish, like sticking his tongue out at her, and it's a feeling that lessens more and more as she steps closer to him with that warm smile on her. She really is so easy to be around huh? Well, uh, he really figured that one out after their last encounter, but Scott's just glad that they can joke and be stupid like this outside of the bedroom. Yeah, things like this really matter to him.

His own smile is bright, almost disarming, despite his earlier pouting. There's no way that he can stop himself from placing both of his hands on her hips, guiding and pulling her just a little closer as their bodies meet, his smile shifting into a brief smirk as she mentions the fighting game.]

All skill, like I said. [Is he implying that Nami's feat wasn't skill? HE WOULDN'T...] Why don't we play one more game? Then we'll go get dinner.

[The crane game. Mostly because he wants to win her a prize.]

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[ The feeling of his hands as they settle on her hips pulls at the already wide smile on her face. Like always, Scott is impossibly good at being completely disarming, and while she's happy to keep teasing him by running her mouth about his gaming talents, she can indulge in an absent display of affection or two, the bridge of her nose bumping against his jawline before she leans back with a playfully skeptical scoff at his talk of skill. ]

All skill? I'm pretty sure you got lucky too.

[ When he suggests a final game before dinner, her arms tense in a brief hug, humming quietly in agreement before she steps away and out of his embrace, one hand on her hip as she glances over the machines.</small] Want to try the claw machines? I get a lot of practice with those, though, so, try not to look too impressed.

Questioning the king of the arcade? [It's time to truly settle this debate though.

He was thinking of picking another fighting game, although, that wouldn't be entirely fair and kind of boring. A shooting game?? But Nami's already making a suggestion and guess they'll decide this thing through... an actual luck game. Are crane games luck games?? They're definitely rigged, at least in Scott's opinion, but he's far too much in a good mood to actually complain about those details. He's just having fun, with her. Feeling like a normal teen just hanging out with a girl he likes.

So sure, he's sold, even if she supposedly has the advantage.]

First person to win a prize from the machine chooses dinner. I'll even give you first try because ladies first.

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