Count him as yet another stubborn individual that knows of the warnings. Despite all of that and his kidnapping back home, Kanji still needed to get his night owl wanderings in before he got any decent sleep later.
Hands in his pockets, looking as unapproachable as ever with that poker face, Kanji passed by the arcade, lingered a while as he looked up at the sign. He wondered if Minato was in just to shoot the shit a little while, but at an hour like this he was probably home asleep.
And yet, he still found himself debating on something a little more ridiculous: Checking his one high score in the arcade for a game he would never openly admit to playing... that would explain why that high score was the moniker 'MAO' as opposed to his actual name or initials. Kept things safe, you know?
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Hands in his pockets, looking as unapproachable as ever with that poker face, Kanji passed by the arcade, lingered a while as he looked up at the sign. He wondered if Minato was in just to shoot the shit a little while, but at an hour like this he was probably home asleep.
And yet, he still found himself debating on something a little more ridiculous: Checking his one high score in the arcade for a game he would never openly admit to playing... that would explain why that high score was the moniker 'MAO' as opposed to his actual name or initials. Kept things safe, you know?