[center][h1]Game Over Arcade[/h1]
[h2]29/4/2015 Wednesday[/h2][/center]


"[color=7ea7d8]Yeah. I just kinda picked him up and he stuck with me.[/color]" Masa replied, withdrawing his hand shortly after before bowing his head respectfully to Rui's declaration of his respect. However, when the matter of the school was brought up, Masa couldn't help but chuckle slightly, "[color=7ea7d8]Seems like I'm running into more classmates everyday. Name's Masahide. 2nd year at the same.[/color]"

Suddenly a rather [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-YCN-a0NsNk]'familiar tone'[/url] resounded from Masahide's pocket, causing the boy to reach within and draw out his phone. Surely enough, it was his near daily round of texts from many establishments in the area asking for assistance. With a slightly annoyed sigh, he'd return his vision to Rui, "[color=7ea7d8]It was an honor to meet and compete against you. Maybe I'll see you around the school.[/color]" With a wave of his hand, Masa turned from Rui as he began walking off to whatever job seemed most appealing... Maybe helping cleaning the mall?
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[center][h1]Warakuma Mall[/h1][h2]1/5/2015[/h2]

"Is he here again?!"

"Doesn't he have a home? It's so sad to see him l-"

Masahide stirred from his position on the bench as his eyes opened to see two younger females startle and begin to walk away. Having worked late into the night before, Masa had barely any time to wash-up and change his clothes before returning here only to pass out on one of the benches. He hadn't planned on going to sleep here, but he had promised that he'd return to help with the concert that was to be held... Seems his body had forgotten that; as a simple minute to get off his feet turned into a couple hour snooze.

"[color=7ea7d8]Figure I'd be used to these things by now,[/color]" the boy muttered between a yawn and stretching himself out, the familiar discomfort that came from sleeping on the hardwood accompanied by the subtle aches and pains that plagued his body. As his demeanor returned to normal, Masa rose from his seated position. He saw that the traffic had increased from when he was awake. No doubt bustling with people who were awaiting the show and trying to get a good spot. Still, he'd pay it no mind as he rounded to head to the supply closet- only to be stopped shortly after.

"Masa." The gruff and gravely tone called out behind the boy, causing him to glance over his shoulder to see who had addressed him. Nothing could've halted the following sigh as the familiar figure, the Head of Mall Security, "I've warned you- what? Six times? Seven? You can't keep crashing here. You're creating a scene and scaring a few of the patrons. I've gotten at least two reports today about you!"

[color=7ea7d8]"... Alright. Sorry,[/color]" With that, Masa would attempt to walk away, only to feel a heavy hand upon his shoulder that kept him in place.

"This is the last time," This wasn't the first time the guard had made this statement to the boy... But his tone was somewhat different- almost angry, "You've your mother to thank for it taking this long. However, I will ban you from returning if this happens again." Without waiting for a reply, the man turned as he departed.

"[color=7ea7d8]Well that was fucking annoying,[/color]" Masa shook his head as he rolled his shoulders, trying to shrug off the events that just transpired. His mind would begin focusing on his task at hand, but a subtle discomfort slowly arose. Was it embarrassment, fear, or anger? Masa wasn't sure himself, but that didn't stop him from making his way to the supply closet.