Akira: Ann, I have a huge problem.
Ann: What?!
Akira: I want to ask Akechi out to the amusement park.
Ann: Oh. Sheesh you scared me. Just ask him. He seems like a straight forward kind of guy.
Akira: Dude. This is Akechi we are talking about. He'd probably say it'd be a waste of time.
Ann: Hmm true. Wait! I got an idea, it goes like this...
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Akira: Akechi, you've gotten soft.
Akechi: Excuse me??
Akira: I've noticed your marksmanship has gotten dull.
Akechi: Like you've got any right to comment. My skills exceed yours.
Akira: Pfft, prove it then.
Akechi: You. Me. Metaverse. Right. Now.
Akira: Ah...nah. I know a better place.
Akira takes Akechi to their destination.
Akechi: This is an amusement park.
Akira: Have you tried winning a prize from a shooting gallery carnival game? Nearly impossible. I'm convinced they're rigged.
Akechi: Pfft, your reasoning only serves to excuse your poor shooting skills. Let me show you how it's done.
Akira: Please do. Loser buys lunch.
Akechi: Well, better get your wallet prepared then.
Akira: Cocky, I like it.
A few hours pass and the sun is setting on the horizon. Akechi and Akira are holding the remaining carnival prizes they were unable to give away.
Akechi: Did I just spend the whole day with you at an amusement park?
Akira smiles cheekily.
Akira: Seems so.
Akechi: Hmm, well it wasn't a complete waste of time.
Akira: Stop being a prick and tell me you enjoyed it.
Akechi: Only if you buy me sushi.
Akira winks.
Akira: Consider it a done date.