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25 | Love

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"Where are we heading?"

"Well..."

"Well? If you say a skating ring, I will hurt you!"

"Ah!!!"

I imitated a slapping motion, complimented by a stern look.

"Actually we're going to..."

"Yes?"

"An..."

"Get on with it!" I said with a hideous accent, that obscured my words.

"Arcade!"

Thoughts of vintage Pac-Man machines and Guitar Hero jams swarmed my mind.

"But..."

Wait. A. Second.

"Is it not what you wanted?"

"No, it's not that," I remarked in speculation,"it's just that...that's really normal for you."

"Yeah! I'm normal!"

"No, you're not normal. Your ideas are normal. Shocker."

I heavily emphasized the "you're".
He sniffled in defeat, before gradually ambling towards the car. I followed, reassuring him he was as normal (secretly thinking, abnormal) as they come. 

"Okay! Let's go!"

We were there within minutes, at a decent sized establishment (I feel slightly posh) crowded with kids and teens. The occasional adult milled around the sectioned off food and drinks corner.

"What should we do first?" He asked eagerly.

I tugged on his pink sleeve, excitedly pointing at a Mrs. Pac-man machine.

"That's a classic!"

"Then we shall go!"

*timeskip*

"How many tickets?"

I watched, like a little kid, as the register counted our tickets. A "DONE" notification popped up, to which I pressed a blue button that printed your slip. The thin piece of paper read 10,591 tickets, redeemable today only.

"Were we really here that long?"

Time had slipped by.

"Yeah," Tamaki replied, while gathering up our prizes, ranging from teddy bears to arcade couple jerseys.
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There were luminous candles and delicate pink roses, as promised. The gazebo had a gaping hole at the top, through which we could "stargaze".

"It's terrible."

"Isn't it?"

Kyoya peeked his head out from behind the structure's support columns.

"No, really. It sucks. I mean pretty flowers and romantic candles...everything a girl hates.", I critiqued falsely. In actuality, it was beautiful, cozily designed.

"Yes, of course."

He linked arms with me and led me to the table, his etiquette shining through.

"I love it!"

"I suspected as much."

We sat down, and were soon met with a three course meal provided by a waitress and private chef. Even the damn plates were impressive.