[As she grabs his sleeve, the sheepish smile turns into a brighter one. She doesn't need to tell him twice to get moving. The carnival games catch his eye too, though he doesn't stop until Allura explicitly points one of the prizes out. He can't help but laugh a little when he sees the blue cat.
She's not asking him to, but....]
Already on it, Allura!
[It's a straightforward shooting game where you shoot down moving targets. Piece of cake for the resident sharpshooter and all. He approaches the stall with some swagger in his step. His confidece is so obvious that even the owner of the stall seems to find this vaguely amusing.]
Ah! Going to win a prize for your girlfriend, young man?
[Cue Lance almost tripping over his feet.]
She's not my -- [He looks over his shoulder to see whether or not she heard that. He's hoping not, but just in case, he drops his voice several decibels and sighs.] -- I just wanna play the game please.
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She's not asking him to, but....]
Already on it, Allura!
[It's a straightforward shooting game where you shoot down moving targets. Piece of cake for the resident sharpshooter and all. He approaches the stall with some swagger in his step. His confidece is so obvious that even the owner of the stall seems to find this vaguely amusing.]
Ah! Going to win a prize for your girlfriend, young man?
[Cue Lance almost tripping over his feet.]
She's not my -- [He looks over his shoulder to see whether or not she heard that. He's hoping not, but just in case, he drops his voice several decibels and sighs.] -- I just wanna play the game please.