[ when she actually manages to hold it within her own grip, two hands spaced aptly apart, he's... admittedlyt quite impressed. after all, it meant she was paying decent attention to her surroundings. moreover, that she was capable of adapting to it to a certain extent. though, in a scenario akin to this where the stakes weren't particularly high (nor held any severe consequence)— it was probably nothing more than an added bonus. a display of her core capabilities. a short one, at least. though, he suspects some direction would probably still be appreciated.
... and it was only right considering he pushed her into the deed. he reaches over, pointing at a button. ] You can put your thumb on that one. It helps you move the actual blocks. Then for your other hand— [ he leans over, squinting his eyes over her fingers. ] That button changes the shape.
... I think. [ he holds his two hands out... as if pretending to hold a controller in his hand. his thumbs moving arbitrarily.
why doesn't he just take another? the world may never know. ]
[She listens carefully, noting each instruction and trying to follow along with her thumbs. If she looked at it crosseyed, she could almost compare it to the grips of her gear. But it was a likeness she'd really have to push. All together, it didn't sound horribly complicated.]
And I have to make it all fit together?
[There wasn't much she could figure out from just watching. At least fighting games she could get the point, even if it seemed like there were much better ways to spend time.]
[ if petra could manage to intricately weave through the air like steampunk spiderman, she could definitely grasp tetris. or that would have been the logical rationalization that followed. however, this fact obviously eludes lavi for a variety of evident reasons. the foremost probably bing that... titans weren't necessarily a blessed first meeting topic. but his faith in her is solid nonetheless. at her final inquiry, he gives a firm, enthusiastic nod. ] Yep! Not so hard, yeah?
[ he crosses his arms contemplatively now. tilting his head, as he gives her a few more moments to internalize the controls. then, he gingerly moves to procure his own controller. he turns to her with a sense of self-assurance, and hopefully in tune with that, of reassurance. ] Want to go over it once for practice?
... also you sure you don't want to bet anything on it? [ it's only fair he'd bring it up a second time, right? besides: ] You might be better than you think. Plus, I could give you a handicap—?
[Watching the demo on the screen is mildly helpful, but really just as confusing. Just who in the world had come up with this kind of thing?
It felt too late to back out now, though, and her fingers ghost over the buttons on the controller, carefully testing the buttons. It's weird, but it wasn't overly complicated. If there was one thing Petra had learned how to do over the last few months, it was adapt.]
What are you thinking of betting?
[Her competitive spirit is slowly getting roused, though she won't be foolish enough to bet any real bytes.]
[ lavi, quite casually, tilts his head at that. canting it in tune to the rhythm of the continuous melody pressing onwards in the background. before, it suddenly hits him. almost visibly. he perks up. ] How about—
The loser does whatever the winner wants. [ a pause. ] I don't mean anything like that, either. Just— meat sounds like a pretty good request. I just think a dinner would taste better if a cute girl made it, yeah? [ he circumspectly places the term down. initially, he was fully prepared to permit the misunderstandings stack onwards from his original proposal, but considering that this was... an estranged land that operated on terms of physical contact and carnal desires....
he presumes this was permitting the lesser of the evils. though, at her finalzed resolve, he releases an impressed sound. a drawn out syllable, before staring back at the screen with a grin. ] Then you won't mind if I win it? [ is someone being overly confident? maybe. ]
[She listens to his conditions, fully prepared for something unreasonable. But that wasn't anything unreasonable, and so far, he didn't seem like the type to go off demanding weird things straight off the bat. She considers the practicality of a meal with meat--then nods. She'd just have to figure the game out quickly if she wanted to win a good meal.]
If I can't beat you at this, then I'll just have to find something else I'm better at than you are. Come on, make it start.
[She barely knew him, and he seemed to have one up on her when it came to technology. But Petra's certain there would be other things she could beat him at. She would just have to challenge him again in the future. Her attention is focused on the screen, gripping the controller just a bit too tightly. Anticipation was the worst part of this kind of thing.]
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... and it was only right considering he pushed her into the deed. he reaches over, pointing at a button. ] You can put your thumb on that one. It helps you move the actual blocks. Then for your other hand— [ he leans over, squinting his eyes over her fingers. ] That button changes the shape.
... I think. [ he holds his two hands out... as if pretending to hold a controller in his hand. his thumbs moving arbitrarily.
why doesn't he just take another? the world may never know. ]
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And I have to make it all fit together?
[There wasn't much she could figure out from just watching. At least fighting games she could get the point, even if it seemed like there were much better ways to spend time.]
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[ he crosses his arms contemplatively now. tilting his head, as he gives her a few more moments to internalize the controls. then, he gingerly moves to procure his own controller. he turns to her with a sense of self-assurance, and hopefully in tune with that, of reassurance. ] Want to go over it once for practice?
... also you sure you don't want to bet anything on it? [ it's only fair he'd bring it up a second time, right? besides: ] You might be better than you think. Plus, I could give you a handicap—?
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It felt too late to back out now, though, and her fingers ghost over the buttons on the controller, carefully testing the buttons. It's weird, but it wasn't overly complicated. If there was one thing Petra had learned how to do over the last few months, it was adapt.]
What are you thinking of betting?
[Her competitive spirit is slowly getting roused, though she won't be foolish enough to bet any real bytes.]
We'll practice once, but I don't need a handicap.
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The loser does whatever the winner wants. [ a pause. ] I don't mean anything like that, either. Just— meat sounds like a pretty good request. I just think a dinner would taste better if a cute girl made it, yeah? [ he circumspectly places the term down. initially, he was fully prepared to permit the misunderstandings stack onwards from his original proposal, but considering that this was... an estranged land that operated on terms of physical contact and carnal desires....
he presumes this was permitting the lesser of the evils. though, at her finalzed resolve, he releases an impressed sound. a drawn out syllable, before staring back at the screen with a grin. ] Then you won't mind if I win it? [ is someone being overly confident? maybe. ]
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If I can't beat you at this, then I'll just have to find something else I'm better at than you are. Come on, make it start.
[She barely knew him, and he seemed to have one up on her when it came to technology. But Petra's certain there would be other things she could beat him at. She would just have to challenge him again in the future. Her attention is focused on the screen, gripping the controller just a bit too tightly. Anticipation was the worst part of this kind of thing.]