"7 for me. YATA! What is your shoe size?" He calls out, half the city hearing the question. The ball hops a bit in the air, and is now spinning on the back of his palm.
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"7 for me. YATA! What is your shoe size?" He calls out, half the city hearing the question. The ball hops a bit in the air, and is now spinning on the back of his palm.
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"Umm... mine's the same. I wear seven too!"
Yata gives Al the cutest look. It might mean that she finds it rather endearing that they both wear the same size. Then again, she might have just said the same number as Al because she really doesn't know her own shoe size. Either way, she looks kind of adorable right now. The man behind the counter hands over the shoes and then goes back to staring off into space.
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Al-Adin grabs the shoes "Thanks!" and leaves the man to his perveted sexual fantasies as he runs off to Yata, handing over the shoes. He feels odd, like he's done something he shouldn't have, or he saw a Nightfall kissing someone. Funny feeling. So he blushes, scratches his head, and puts on his shoes. He fiddles with the computer to get the pins to come down, and offers the lady the first bowl. "Lets bowl!"
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Yata watches the bowling pins appear with wide eyes. Apparently, it's her favorite part. Smiling at Al, she picks up a ball from the rack and rather carelessly throws it down the lane. While she manages to knock down four of the pins on her first attempt, her second is a gutter ball. Regardless, she seems to simply enjoy watching the heavy ball roll down the lane, jumping up and down with excitement each time.
"Al's turn! Al's turn!"
Bowling
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Al-Adin throws the ball down the lane as hard he possibly can, straight down the middle. "YAHOOO!"
4 and 2
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Yata claps with just as much enthusiasm when Al picks up a spare as she did for her gutter ball. Her behavior tends to reinforce the idea that she might be... someone who enjoys the simple things in life.
"Yata's turn! Yata's turn!"
Once again, she exhibits far more enthusiasm than skill, but the smile on her face shows that she appears to be having a good time, anyway.
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Al-Adin throws the ball down, and then tosses another one that gutters. "This is a lot of fun! We should definetly do something for spring here! You would like it!"
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"We have fun. And doing what we want. And doing what we want is the most important thing. And getting other people do what they want." Al-adin nods to himself, doing his best mysterious old man voice impression, which isn't half bad. "We have parties, we have fun."
He tosses another ball down lane, more interested in th throw than the result. "Other guys do their own things. But we do what we love, and that makes us awesome!"
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"Yata likes that!"
Throwing the ball down the lane once more, Yata appears to consider what Al has said more carefully.
"Do you think you could help Yata do what she wants?"
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