Creepy puppet guy was playing with the sock rabbit he constantly had on his hand, his eyes squinted as shut as they usually were.
Gamer-Yamada was, predictably, quickly jabbing away at his DS with his thumbs. If Takumi strained for it, he could hear tinny sound effects and tinkling music.
“Ooh, level up.” Yamada drawled, thumbs still flying. “Take that, shitheads who claimed I couldn’t make it to level thirty-nine. Level forty, here we come.”
Angelina snorted as she filed away at her nails, examining the lacquer in the dim lighting. “This isn’t that bad of a color,” she murmured. “I should wear it more often.”
Shit, maybe he wasn’t the worst guy in class.