Lancom Arcade was largely unoccupied, the flashing screens advertising themselves to thin air. Behind the prize counter, a dishevelled man sat slumped with a cup of coffee and some worn out book absentmindedly pulled from the shelf, pretending to read and trying half-heartedly to focus his eyes. He murmured aloud no nobody, closing his eyes wearily.
"Urgh, why do I even bother? This lousy weather's driven everyone to their home consoles - who am I supposed to be putting on an act for? Waste of electricity running these things, they're completely redundant..."

When his eyes opened, two shining cherry orbs were watching him earnestly. The man jumped with a start, spilling his coffee all down himself. He sheepishly held the book in front of himself as a shield to hide the stain, smiling unnaturally in a bid to make the customer feel welcome. "Err, h-hello... there!", the man stammered, trying to ignore the scalding feeling of the coffee soaking into his wrinkled shirt - he was sure it was making the fabric stick to his skin. "How may I he-"

A delicate voice interrupted. "Bunny~...!" The girl's lace-gloved hand indicated towards a plush white rabbit that was wearing a pink t-shirt with a red heart printed in the center. It was only then that the man noticed a tangled pile of prize tickets sitting on the counter, most of which were still attached in long lines. From this it seemed as though the girl had been binging here for hours, mostly on one machine. For a moment he merely sat staring at them, before he slowly raised his head to look at the customer properly. He really must have been out of it. The girl was positively wreathed in frills and ribbons - she was so pink it hurt. Wearing such old-fashioned, garish clothing... Ahh, the boss had mentioned people like this. Some customers were anime fanatics who loved to cosplay - people like that were often synonymous with gaming, so he would have to get used to this sort of ridiculous attire. Starting to numb to the burning coffee, he commented coolly; "You people sure have fun dressing up in your little outfits, huh? Who are you supposed to be? Ehh, what's that one my niece likes... Navy Moon?"

At these words, the girls soft, smiling expression stiffened a little, her voice lowering in tone but nonetheless polite. "Um, sir, forgive me but I believe you are mistaken~... The show you are thinking of is Sailor Moon, and I don't believe myself to even remotely resemble any of the characters~... Not even Chibi Usa~!" She quickly bit her lip. It slipped out. She was supposed to refrain from discussing such things with people that had no interest in it. She hastily added; "I-I'm not cosplaying, if that's what you meant~... Um, could I please have my prize now, sir~?" Returning her attention to the plush, her eyes widened and sparkled. "B-b-b-BUNNY~...!"

The man grimaced openly, too tired and irritated to bother acting polite any more. "Alright, take it e- Hold the phone. Have you... been here all evening?" Seeing her nod with her eyes still fixed on the rabbit, he said no more and took it from the shelf, shoving it in her widespread arms in exchange for the bundle of tickets. Business was business, even if it came from...
The man yawned, returning to his 'reading'.

The girl contained a squeal of joy, cuddling the bunny plushie tight. Completely forgetting the man's comments, she twirled around and started toddling through the arcade. Just as she was wondering what to do next, something shimmered at the edge of her peripheral vision, making her stop mid-step and turn her head. A brightly-coloured claw machine with revolving windows hosting an array of tiny badges stood at the far end of the arcade, where she had been spending her evening thus far. She has already spent hours collecting little trinkets she didn't even particularly want, unable to refuse the pink bunny mascot from cajoling her into buying more and more plays, in bigger and bigger packs (which didn't actually offer any discounts for buying in bulk, BUT COME ON THERE ARE FLASHING LIGHTS AND THE NUMBERS LOOK SO ENTICING~...). Even so... Maybe just... o-one more game...
The girl made a dash for the machine, recklessly plunging more tokens into the slot and wrestling with the claw for the hard-to-reach badges (which the bunny mascot had OH-SO-KINDLY chosen to RESET THE POSITIONS OF in her two-minute absence).