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Ti shivered softly when his head was scratched gently.

He gave an almost silent moan as he cuddled closer to Amr. He loved being scratched even more than people playing with his hair.

The boy's body relaxed bonelessly against Amr's.

That barely audible moan and the arms tightening around him was encouraging.

Though, he was starting to worry that he may be over stepping his boundaries maybe. But if Ti was not pushing him away, then he had nothing to worry about - he guessed.

He shut his eyelids, concentrating on the soft baby hairs under his finger.

The boy gave another little shiver.

If he wasn't careful he'd do something that he might regret. Like, maybe, jumping the man. Or falling asleep and drooling on him. Both were equally embarrassing.

"Arcade?" he asked in a soft murmur.

"Sure."

Amr did not feel nearly excited as he did moments ago. Instead he felt a little disappointed.

He did not bother to move, waiting for Ti to sit up first. Taking advantage of the last few seconds he had of laying like this.

Hopefully, they will do this again in the future.

Ti slowly sat up.

He didn't want to get up.

But he didn't want to risk falling asleep and drooling on Amr, either. Getting up was the lesser of two evils.

The boy shuffled his feet in the sand a little as he waited for Amr to stand up, too.

Amr's chest felt cold.

He slowly lifted himself as well - feeling a little dizzy after from lying down.

Standing straght, he lifted his arms and stretched then above his head. A slither of skin and short hairs relieving themselves before vanishing behind his top again.

"Lead they way to your ass kicking."

He was feeling a little less disappointed over having to get up now that his competitive side was settling in.

When Amr finished stretching (Ti did manage to get a good eyeful of the deeply tanned skin that revealed itself with the movement) Ti reached out to grasp the man's hand.

"My favourite's just down the way a little."

He had a favourite arcade. The one that saw the most of his money. It had a good DDR machine. And some of the prizes at the arcade were amazing. He always coveted them.

Ti smiled brightly up at Amr.

He clasped his hand tightly - not finding to too embarrassing now. It was feeling more natural for their hands to be joined together.

Amr returned the smile back down to the shorter boy.

"Okay."

It wasn't too much later that Ti's pace sped up a little and they turned a corner.

His blue eyes lit up brightly when they fell onto the arcade, lit up brightly with multicoloured lights and grab machines.

Ti felt a little flutter in his chest. He was going out on a date to an arcade with someone nine years older than him. There was a sort of ridiculousness about the situation, but he wouldn't question it.

It was a little different from the ones back in Tokyo. Not as bright, and not as packed.

Still, it was nice to be in a familiar setting.

He was like a kid in a sweets shop. With money. And no parents.

Golden eyes brighten and his smile grew as he saw the familiar dance machine.

"Over there!"

He dragged Ti over to in, fishing out a few coins from his pocket.

Ti giggled a little when he was dragged towards the dance machine.

He stepped up onto the machine as his hand delved into his own pocket to fish out some change.

When he pulled out a handful, he set the coins on the top of the machine and leaned over to pull his shoes off.

He always danced better when he was in his ballet flats or barefoot. With the bar and the fast-pace of the dance, he would be fine with his socks on.

"Ready?"

He kept his shoes on. They were fairly flexible to dance in, plus they had grip.

"Ready."

He pushed a few of his coins in the dance machine and watched the screen go into its menu mode.

He went through it, selecting the difficulty level and second player. He will let Ti choose the music.

Ti was quick to choose the song after he pushed his own coins into the machine.

99 Red Balloons
M-CREW Project

He loved this song.

The boy bit his lip, eyes bright in excitement as he got ready to start. He knew every single step to this song. He had a bit of an unfiar advantage.

Most of the songs on here were unfamiliar too him. He guessed he shouldn't be too surprised. OF course they would change the songs to suit more western taste.

Still, he prided himself good enough that he will get a good score. Good enough to beat Ti to.

As soon as the song started he ignored Ti, focussing on the screen - pleased with the long string of combos he was getting. Though a little displeased with the few misses and goods he was getting. He but it down to not knowing the song.

As it came to a finish he lent against the bar, panting slightly, ashe waited to see the winner.

As soon as the game started, Ti fell into his zone.

His feet followed the arrows as if he'd lived his life following those arrows.

That wasn't far off. Since he'd moved over here, he had played on these machines.

Ti's lips kicked upwards as he leaned back against the bar to see who had won.

His smug smile dropped as he saw the results on screen.

"What."

He looked back at the screen and then down at the boy next to him.

This was the first time someone has beaten him in months. He couldn't believe it.

"I want a rematch."

A bright smile spread across his face as the results appeared on the screen.

He won.

Not by a huge amount, though. This was the biggest challenge he had had in a while.

"Of course."

A rematch sounded fun.

"You can pick the song."

Amr flicked through the songs. His determined face on.

He found one that was familiar. Though, it was never one he played too often. All well.

"Ready?"

The song started and he was more focused then before. More careful on not getting as many misses and have longer combos. He was determined to win. For his ego.

Ti chewed on his lip nervously when Amr picked the song.

It was one he had played, of course. He'd played every song on this machine numerous times. But this was one that he didn't play often. There were so many other songs that he liked playing better.

The Least 100 sec was not a song he knew well.

Which meant that there were quite a few mistakes in his steps. He fumbled, getting goods and missing steps.

He was getting a better score on this one. Not misses yet.

So of course his competitive side with his slowly inflating ego just had to have a quick glance at Ti's screen. And missed a step. Just one step and his whole combo was broken.

"Fuck."

He hopped it hadn't cost him the game, but he found it a little difficult to get a string of combos like the one before.

The game came to a stop and he was panting a little more now. They should of gotten some water before hand.

He lent against the bar again and crossed his fingers in hope he won.

The boy worried his lower lip between his teeth.

He really didn't know how this one would go. His competitiveness spiked inside him as he seriously hoped that he won.

The boy was passionate about dance. He'd be disappointed with himself if he didn't win this dance.

A disbelieving laugh sounded when the results appeared on the screen. He had actually won.

"That was incredible," he murmured breathlessly, eyes flickering up to Amr as he brushed his hair away from his forehead.

"Aw, for fuck sake."

He felt a little disappointed in himself and he pouted.

"Only just!" He pointed at the screen before it turned back into the normal screen.

"Another match." He shoved a few more coins into the machine and took off his jacket, throwing it over the bar.

"You can choose this time." As competitive he was, he was still going to let Ti choose when his turn came.

The boy giggled softly as he pushed himself off the bar.

He was quick to choose his second song. Another one of his usual songs.

One that Amr would probably know.

Angelus
Hitomi Shimatani

Giddy with his two victories, the boy decided that it was fine to tease Amr. "Don't throw out a hip...old man," he chuckled softly, beaming up at the Elf as he prepared to begin.

He stuck his tongue out at the boy.

"I'm not that old." He grumbled.

His turned his undivided attention back the screen, concentrating on it. It seemed to be the same results. A few long combos and then one or two misses.

If this was Tik, he would probably push him off the machine and claim his victory.

He couldn't do that to Ti.

Ti stuck his tongue out in return.

Then he fell into his zone for the third time.

Ti loved dancing competitively. These little competitions were fun. He got challenged by random people all the time. It was fun.

"Doing okay?" he asked as he continued to focus on the screen.

Now he really wanted to win.