[b]Sato Hashimoto[/b] // [url=n/a]Warakuma Arcade[/url]

Before he answered, Noboru unexpectedly needed to go somewhere, leaving only a promise of coming back. And before Sato could answer the boy was already gone and the OOP art that is Sato quickly became a mixture of confusion and disappointment. He didn't really want to play a game THAT much, but he hadn't even touched a videogame in several years, and the concept of how games have changed since then intrigued him a bit.

Sato looked around the arcade, straying from the machine he started at. Most of the machines had titles he didn't recognise, and the ones he had heard of before were just caught from the conversations of the other guys in his classes. The idea of having that much time to waste to play dozens of hours of videogames struck him as a bit odd, but it so struck him that his daily schedule had a few hours of relaxation time that gamers must've replaced with videogames. Not long after starting his exploration of the arcade, Sato returned to the machine he started at only moments before Noboru returned, with a noticeable smear of blood on his pants. Fortunately for Sato's curiousity, Noboru returned still in a mood to play a game or two of something, and Sato had no objections.

((End of day for both Sato and Noboru, I guess?))