The app confirmed that before they even began a conversation with each other, likely matched them up partly because of their proximity. Tanaka’s insistence on playing wingman to an online relationship meant he asked a lot of questions and gave dubious advice like Try asking him out for a date! And, well… It was true that he and Kinoshita lived in the same city. Narita swallowed a groan because they’ve talked about this at least once a week ever since he started speaking to Kinoshita Hisashi. “Then why was he using a dating app, man?” Am I Nuts? “And he said he wasn’t looking for that kind of relationship months ago.” “That doesn’t make any sense,” Narita muttered, squinting at a grabbing headline of I Still Don’t Use Anti-Virus Software. “You’re smiling so hard that I can barely hear my radio program.” “You should just meet up with the boy already,” Tanaka said, suddenly rearing up over the cubicle, arms folded atop the barrier, barely using his indoor voice for breeching such a personal topic. He jabbed a button and cleared the search bar. Narita found it easy to talk to Kinoshita about even the silliest, most mundane things. Their friendship had formed smoothly and without stress. …Why was he even considering this? A lack of shared hobbies hadn’t hindered them in any huge way so far. But then he was hardly up to speed with current games and anticipated new releases anymore like Kinoshita seemed to be, so maybe he should sacrifice his heavy Mac-preference and invest in a PC and sign up for a Steam account and buy one of those sketchy sounding indie horror games that he remembered Kinoshita mentioning at an obscene time of night when they both should have been sleeping but were bogged down by work instead – Narita with an impending deadline after a ludicrously slow production day, Kinoshita with one of his freelance commissions. Narita wondered, for the umpteenth time, if he should swing by his parent’s house and grab the PS3 his little brother had commandeered so he can have a legitimate excuse… a ready topic… a conversation piece at hand with which he could reliably initiate a chat. A search brought up the term Quick Time Event, when the player has to hit one or a number of buttons in order to complete a sequence or else risk taking damage and/or altering the story in a significant way. It’s another abbreviation that he had to look up to be completely sure of its meaning. Narita: fish naturally don’t want to be caught! Kinoshita: that’s because you do suck and that was just animal crossing Narita: you’re way better than i am at them. He brushed them both into one palm and tossed them over the barrier back onto Tanaka’s side of the cubicle, heard them clatter, and reached for his cell phone again. A second later he felt a paperclip land on top of his head, and then another flounce off his cheek when he didn’t respond to the first assault. Leaving the quiet corner of the office refreshment area, Narita made his way back to his desk and pulled himself close to the desktop so he could hunch over in the pretense of doing busywork. The next sip was slightly easier on his abused palate. Narita grinned, paused to dump a liberal amount of creamer into his styrofoam cup until the contents swirled into a tawny brown. it sounds like you usually don’t suck that bad at video games… Kinoshita: i literally and figuratively died a million times He winced and reached for his phone, tender sensitivity scorched into his mouth as he ran his tongue across the back of his teeth. Narita gulped his coffee so fast that a sear of heat washed across his taste buds. Kinoshita: and then, no joke, after save scumming the same exact thing happened a second time
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