( Chloe hovers at the booth, transfixed by the gun. It isn't a real gun, but this island is pushing buttons regardless. Her feet don't seem to want to comply with her telling herself to move on along and so she watches duck after duck fall. They aren't real either, and yet each one knocked down makes her thirium pump jump. )
...You're very good at that.
( A large, fuzzy something wobbles at the edge of her vision. Head turning to it, she sees the barker waving a huge stuffed dog at her. Chloe takes it automatically as it's been offered and holds it to her. It's soft. And cute. That's nice.
Manners. Where are her manners? The man has donated his winnings, even if she just happened to be standing there and then thoughtlessly claimed it. )
Thank you. For the prize. I mean, are you sure you don't want it?
The Midway
...You're very good at that.
( A large, fuzzy something wobbles at the edge of her vision. Head turning to it, she sees the barker waving a huge stuffed dog at her. Chloe takes it automatically as it's been offered and holds it to her. It's soft. And cute. That's nice.
Manners. Where are her manners? The man has donated his winnings, even if she just happened to be standing there and then thoughtlessly claimed it. )
Thank you. For the prize. I mean, are you sure you don't want it?