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The only proper course of action was to break out into a grin so wide it would make that green guy who hated Christmas ask her to dial it back. But really what other option was there for getting a senpai to admit that he didn't have physical magazines but instead looked at stuff digitally. It wasn't a huge revelation or anything, but it made her laugh and grin all the same. It was a pity she wouldn't be able to judge him for his tastes but in truth she didn't know how to judge; this was her first time in the room of a boy but obviously it wasn't like the dramas made it seem. There was no romance in the air. Only chaos. Chaos, snacks, and Street Fighter.

[color=FFDB58][b]"I'll play last. I played some at the arcade so I'm probably gonna win.[/b][/color] The only true statement she made was that she played some of Street Fighter at the arcade. Her record wasn't exactly stellar when it came to playing humans but anyone who played at the game center was on a whole different level anyway and didn't count. Among friends? Hoshiko liked her odds. At least enough to want to get a round in. [color=FFDB58][b]"You should pick the sumo wrestler. He's fun. He goes like-"[/b][/color] Hoshiko started slapping her hands forward quickly like the [url=https://i.imgur.com/ERhAPVl.gif]famed sumo wrestler himself[/url] just not as quickly. 

Her slap-happy self caused her to accidentally hit a shelf in the room, clattering some objects to the floor. Hoshiko retracted her hands and set about picking up what she dropped, scratching her head and hoping nothing was broken. She couldn't really afford to replace it. [color=FFDB58][b]"Sorry. I'll...I'll just take a seat and wait my turn.[/b][/color] Hoshiko found a seat and sat, hands in her lap. [color=FFDB58][b]"Could you pass the snacks?"[/b][/color][/center]