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[attr="class","bfbox"]School was over. Nii-san was looking after the shop. That meant the ginger was free to do as he pleased for the remainder of the day! The excitement that swelled within the belly of the boisterous beast named Takeo was immense. So much so, if he didn't release it soon, he would surely burst into nothing more than a pile of confetti. Well, that's what he assumed would happen anyway, one too many cartoons and being an impressionable soul. After leaving the all male school's grounds, Takeo took off to find the first secluded area he could. An alleyway proved to be the first location that he sought refuge within. Not because he was running away from anyone, on the contrary, he was trying to run to someone. Or well, something to be precise.

His loafers came off and his Tool Toul tote in backpack form had opened up. The teen slipped his footwear into the bag and replaced them with his A•Ts. Slipping them quickly onto his feet, a Cheshire grin curled at his lips. This would be much faster than catching the subway or the train. Nipponbashi was a literal hop, skip, and jump away using these bad boys. Not being a pro storm rider or anything of that nature, the boy had been taught by his older brother and he was quite well off in the skates. In tandem with his tuner ability, he reckoned himself to be a threat. Of course, he wouldn't say such things around the pro Storm Riders. Lest they show him up and he landed flat on his ass.

But he couldn't help it. He had always been told to spread his wings. And wings, well, they were made to fly.

Takeo rolled the wheels of his A•Ts against the ground below. Looking up to the sky and chuckling before taking off. Kicking his feet as frequently as he could before taking leaps into the air. Wheels skidding across sturdy buildings as to propel the boy skyward. He wouldn't stop until he high-fived the heavens! Or, y'know, arrived at his destination.

The duration of his trip consisted of risque flips and A•T powered parkour. Making sure to be as elusive as possible until he arrived at his destination. Nipponbashi. The district for the inner and outer otaku. Takeo's kind of people. They always welcomed him by his gamer tag, Takecareyo. It was nice to be welcomed and liked among them. So much so, it felt like any time he arrived, there was someone waiting to play him at a game. Card, electronic, you name it. And any other day, The ginger would have happily obliged. But, after taking off his skates and switching them out for his loafers, he had to decline. Tunnel vision rang, reminding him of his prior engagement.

Strolling into one of the many arcades that laced the place, His bright amber hues darted about the scene. Where was it? He had heard from some of the guy's at school that there was a new Dance machine in place. And he wanted to try it out. Well, in truth, he wanted to be the first to do so. But school quickly washed that dream down the drain. Gutter bound with no hope of savior. So, he settled for simply playing it. Curiosity took the lead as his feet moved on their own. Leading him closer to the desired attraction.

That's when he saw it.

Bright lights, addictive catchy tune blasting from it as the epicenter. He found it. And well, he would have had a much happier expression had it not been for someone already sing and playing it. Dammit. That meant he would have to wait. His posture slouched in exasperation. Why now, of all times..? Could this person hurry it up? Takeo didn't have all day to just stand around an—oh, hey, he was pretty good.

Eyes watched on, body growing excited, anxious. He wanted to play it so bad. But for some reason, he liked watching this person's feet become slave to the rhythm. It was amusing in a manner that the teen couldn't explain. His heart beat quickened, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips before he decided to vocalize his excitement. "Go go go!!" A fist raised skyward. This guy was going to get a high score for sure! And sure enough, he did just that. Matching the gesture Takeo had done prior with his completion. "You're pretty good. You play these often?" He spoke out, taking a step onto the second player platform of the game. Slowly removing his school blazer and laying it onto the machine. "Too tired to play another round~?"

He inquired with a smug grin, inserting two coins and stomping down on select.

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[attr="class","bfbox"]Ah, so this guy was fit for excessive dancing then huh? Excellent! That would make the entire venture all the more entertaining. It wasn't what he had planned on getting into that day. His original plans were to simply play the game alone and rack up all of the high scores. Then well, leave and probably grab a snack of some sort. But, this was a very nice change of pace. The tuner would admit that. These games were always more fun playing alongside another individual. The thrill of competition, he assumed. It made him work harder. Focus on the beat and rhythm, tuning the outside world and it's distractions out. He had a reputation to keep up after all.

"You got it~" He retorted in jest, foot tapping against the arrows on the dance pad. Listening to snippets of the songs before he finally selected a [song] of choice. It only took a moment for the infectious beat to begin and the arrows to ascend to the top. With a nod, he clinched his teeth and let a grin of sheer determination expose his confidence as he began to step in tune. Legs and feet moving from sheer memory and will to become victorious. That, and well, this song was really addictive! It was one of his top five if he had to choose only five of them. This installment of the game had surely been tailored to the players, that's for sure.

A warm smile of competitive friendship and thumbs up would meet the other before the games began. The song had been selected and it was apparent that the two weren't going to cut each other any slack in their choices. Which was perfect. Takeo wanted to earn this win. Not be given a hand out. Whatever song played, the red head would do everything in his power to keep up. Losing was not an option.

The notes began to fly in at their usual rapid and almost blink-of-an-eye pace. They played this game on levels in which only the cream of the crop dared to venture. Feet moving at break neck speeds to tap at the arrows as they flashed below. Hips swaying and hands moving in performing fashion. All the while, the prospect of getting one "good" or "great" being his demise loomed within his thoughts. But his face never showed it, rather, his visage remained sturdy and showed his wrought iron will and flame of passion.

The song he had chosen was not meant to deter the ice blue haired male from the path to victory. But instead, it was used as a muse multiplier for the tuner himself. Takeo usually chose songs that he personally had a connection with. The infectious tunes he couldn't stop humming for hours after hearing them. The more he liked the song, the easier and more fluid his movements in landing on the arrows in tune with the screen to land "perfects" instead of landing "goods" and "greats". Which was exactly what he was going to have to do to keep ahead of his competition. It was clear this guy could match his energy levels with ease, which seemed to be a feat for most people. But this guy seemed to do it effortlessly and effectively. And that caused Takeo to grow even more pumped in the engaging of the dance competitions.

Feet continued to pound against the pads below. Rhythmic, and as precise as they could be. Takeo took into consideration all of the factors that could very well cause his untimely demise. If his loafer moved the slightest of centimeters from the center of the arrow pad, that would cause a deduction in the optimal amount of points he could earn. So his moves had to be fluid. Sharp and accurate but smooth and fluid. It sounded like an impossible task when he went over it within his head. But in actuality, it seemed as if he had been doing a decent job so far. All it took was imagining that he was on stage, performing for a cheering crowd. Microphone to his lips and the lights shining down on him. His imagination was quite vivid. Maybe too vivid at times.

Numbers growing higher and higher. He dared not look over at the others screen. For the fear of discouragement would stunt his progress for sure. It was best to just simply continue on with the thoughts of being neck and neck. Even if that wan't the case. Strands of red-orange hair alongside the bangs against his forehead bounced and swirled in rhythm with his movements. "You're even better than you looked. I'm impressed!" He spoke over the music and between breaths.

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