The kids that roamed around High Scores weren’t the type to listen to any adults. Even when he started working back at the arcade when he was sixteen he couldn’t manage to get them to listen and they were essentially all just his shorter peers. Shouting found to be the only way he could even be heard above the chaos of games and hollering with the edition of Christmas tunes blasted through the radio. “How’d you get that cast?” Ian asked but instantly regretted it. He got a gut feeling around anyone who was injured in the mall unfortunately assuming the worst. “My partner recently got theirs off after an accident,” he put as vaguely as possible. “Yeah there’s always glitter in my apartment even when it isn’t Christmas,” he admitted. Art supplies found their way into most things in his apartment and glitter was a particularly sticky one. Watching as she helped pick up snowflakes snapped Ian into action. “Oh thanks,” he began taking them from her. “I feel this place is kept too dark for anyone to see any of this anyway.” He likely wouldn’t be stringing much more up for awhile the whole act felt a little unfruitful having had one of his nine lives flash before his eyes as he’d wobbled in the air.
“Own, I would love to tell you the story, but I haven’t found the way of telling it without looking stupid” when she looks at him, it’s almost like she knows what he is thinking, with all those incidents it was hard put your mind on something else “but you can sign it if you want… I mean, since you have experience with your partner, right? I need a professional” she offers a wide smile, those that make her dimples appear, hoping to easy the air. “Really? What is a bit of glitter on your food and carpet and whole live in exchange for all this Christmas cheer, to bring so much joy to these kids?” she dramatizes a little on that way her boss always does, ‘who doesn’t take a hit for the team?’ as them would say. “Employees support each other” she leads out, in lieu of a ‘you are welcome’, and then she cast a look at the snowflakes “Regardless of that, you still did an amazing job, I think, like a little hidden Christmas ceiling decoration treasure… perhaps the light of the machines will reflect into them, and you will have a discotheque effect?” or perhaps she is jut thinking to hard about it, she returns her attention to the brunette, suddenly reminding the reason of her visit to the arcade, a place so unknown to her “I, actually, wanted to exchange some tickets, but there’s no one at the front, perhaps you could...?”
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