[He's not sure if this makes her lucky or sad. Lucky because this place is an awful perversion of a real carnival, or sad because she doesn't know the excitement of one.]
Oh. Yeah, it is.
[He motions a bit with a hand.]
It's a place where you play games, eats, and get on rides with friends or family.
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Well. Four isn't wrong about the waste, and he's just as stubborn... so... he's definitely not going back yet.]
That depends on what kind of space it is. Ever been to a carnival?
[He will
lead the way inside.]
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[ it's a bit much for her medieval sensibilities, but she follows him readily enough. ]
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Oh. Yeah, it is.
[He motions a bit with a hand.]
It's a place where you play games, eats, and get on rides with friends or family.
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she squints at the surroundings. ]
Is it supposed to be an enjoyable time?
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[He also looks at the surroundings. They do not match up to having a good time. Those skeletons are REAL?]
This is just... a perversion of what it should be. But we are in hell.
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[ that's said half-under her breath, doubt coloring her voice. ]
What's it supposed to look like usually? Is any of the decorations standard?
[ the bright flashy lights are making her continue to squint. ]
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[He gestures. Around them as they go.]
Hell. Skeletons.
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[ said in the tone that she thinks a little too bright. ]
I can see how it can entertain a crowd. Do you have a favorite game, Akira?
[ or she assumes she's looking at the games because most of them aren't familiar to her. ]
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I dunno... I've always gone to festivals, not really carnivals. Probably that one...?
[He points. Of course he'd like the strength high striker game. Idiot.]
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[ it's fine if she won't like it. she can deal. she follows his finger and frowns. ]
How do you win?