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When he moved in earlier that evening, he’d found his shared dorm room unoccupied. Perhaps he’ll introduce himself when he gets back, or on the morrow. Tonight, he will scope out the layout.
How coincidental that his first night on campus would fall on the same date as a night of revelry! After getting a feel for the place, he simply wanders. Despite not being a volunteer for security, he is on the look-out for anything off, weaving through the students and staff with practiced ease. With everyone else’s guards down like this, he had to make up for their lack of attention.
Yes, that was it. It wasn’t that he felt awkward and maybe a little…alone…? He was just looking out for trouble.
As if whoever is up there sensed it, a boy runs over, calling to him. It makes him jolt a bit but he eases when he deems the other non-threatening. “Oh…” he looks over to the…box…the other speaks of. He knows nothing about it but who is he to turn down someone asking for help?
“Well…” he leads the way back into the box and stares down at the curious bright screens, seeing miniature versions of themselves on it. “I’ve seen my sister use these before. I believe you are to strike a pose…and it turns you into an animal? And then you can use it to "paint” on your photo.”
“Turns you into... an animal? Then allows you to ‘paint’ on your photo...?”
Yusuke watches the miniature him on the screen in front, mirroring his confusion. He then examines the corners of the box in case there are matter-bending rayguns or somesuch hiding in the corners.
“I am merely going to pretend I understand what that all means, but... consider me curious...”
He finds his way beside this new acquaintance to begin fiddling with the control panel. Bubbly sounds and vibrant effects bounce of his focused face.
“Let’s see... Oh!”
With a serenade of lights and the chiming xylophone heralding the end of a countdown shown on screen, a cold sweat forms on Yusuke’s face.
“I think I unintentionally activated it...! What did you say we do now? Pose?!”
A brief period of indecisiveness falls upon the artist before he pulls both hands and a knee up as if to mimic the movements before a crane kick. Perhaps he wanted to become a crane, who knows, but there wasn’t much time to psychoanalyze as he turned his mouth to his friend.
“Q-Quickly! Before it counts down...!”
