"L33tz4n!" I called out. "You're officially my girlfriend."
She looked as though she wasn't sure how to feel. "Um... let m3 think about it, okay?"
"Not okay," I told her. "What the voices say goes. You're my girlfriend now."
She looked a bit angry when I told her this. Anger is associated with fire, which is associated with the color red, which is associated with PASSION, so clearly I was on the right track. I could almost hear our wedding bells ringing, along with the sound of Alien Demon Vampires approaching.
"Faw, go save." Fawriel teleported, then returned, looking as though he had just saved. I slapped him on the back to reassure him that he was a part of the team. I then confidently strolled into the gift shop. "Cha-ching!" I exclaimed as I smacked my twenty dollars and thirty five cents on the counter.
The scarey Canadian cashier lady counted out the money and sighed. "Okay, so you can actually afford something," she admitted as she handed me my game ticket and two shotgun shells. "I hope you get eatten by the cyborg zombies, though."
"Thank you!" I said as I reached for another Cheshire Pendant. Before I could grab one, the cashier pulled a TMP out from under her chair and aimed it at my head.
"One per person," she said. I sighed and walked back outside. That cashier really had a gift for making me feel badly about myself.
"Dija get the suff?" Shuri asked as I approached.
"Yup," I answered, victoriously holding up the ticket and shells. "Let's go get Araches in case there's a battle which is unlikely because of the shotgun-stuff but..." I stopped talking and shrugged.
Shuri raised an eyebrow. "Uh... may I carry the shells?" she asked.
"You're a girl, you can't own gun stuff," I explained. "Anyway, it's time to see if my lesbian matchmaking was a success!"
I dragged everyone North, and then East to the laundrymat entrance. Araches was standing outside with a hand-shaped bruise across her face. "How'd it go?" I asked.
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Cool. Let's go shoot stuff!"
We went back to the arcade. The smokey air and bad techno music were a small price to pay for the promise of cyborg zombie action.
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