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 Gamer-oo [Kangaroo; Gaming, Shyness]: The best way to a kangaroo's heart is through her gaming console, as one Anon has to learn to get her to open up more.
 
 >You may like video games, but it’s nothing compared to Marsu’s obsession
 >The red kangaroo’s apartment is wall-to-wall game cases, boxes, and memorabilia, with some impressively rare findings
 >She’s not just a collector, but also pretty good at them to boot
 >Growing up with several brothers meant she always had someone to play with
 >But as she got older and moved out she began to isolate herself
 >You’ve always been good friends, so when one of her brothers asked you to get her to be more social you knew you couldn’t leave her all alone
 >Of course, this meant getting through to her using the thing she loves most
 >You’ve gone to spectate at local competitions for her
 >You’ve waited in lines for midnight releases with her
 >You’re always her go-to partner for multiplayer games
 >At first you were a little worried she was just seeing you as a training target or a body to hold her spot in lines
 >After a while you started to think she might actually enjoy your company
 >”Anon! Whatareyoudoingtomorrow?” she shouted into your ear during a phone call
 >Probably hanging out with her
 >”EEEE-GREAT! The new Rumble Mates comes out tomorrow, and I want to do the co-op campaign with you! It’s my favorite series!”
 >Guess you better get an early night’s sleep
 
 >Marsu’s ready to play the moment you arrive at her place
 >She had raced over to the game store the second it opened to pick up her reservation, knowing you probably wouldn’t be so eager to join her so early
 >”Hey”, she says breathlessly as you make your way to her “battle station”
 >You do a double take when you first see her
 >She’s wearing a pretty small hooded sweatshirt and loose shorts, but her gut is bulging out obscenely
 >It takes a moment for you to notice she’s just using her pouch to carry all the snacks and drinks she isn’t able to carry in her arms
 >She unloads everything next to the couch and hands you your controller
 >It basically is “your” controller, because even though she bought it herself she got it just for you to use
 >”A little something for my number one ‘player two’!” Marsu said with a smile when she handed you the package
 >[RUMBLE MATES]!
 >Marsu is bouncing in her seat anxiously
 >You don’t know too much about Rumble Mates, but true to her word it definitely looks like the kangaroo’s favorite series
 >It dominates the motif of the room, with more posters and figurines than any other two games combined
 >”I’ll be Chrome Wolf, and you can be Knight Lion,” she says
 >You’ve long since learned to let Marsu call the shots when it comes to playing with her
 >You each take your respective heroine and the game starts to load
 >It’s hard to tell if the loud humming is coming from the console or her
 >The characters jump onto the screen and Marsu squeals in anticipation
 >It’s a pretty bog-standard beat ‘em up, though Rumble Mates has always been known for being difficult
 >Very difficult
 >Marsu tries explaining all the advanced moves she knows from the series in rapid secession
 >”...And if you have baddies in the 180-degree arc behind you BUT we’re both facing each other with enough Energy for at least a first level Super Stunt...”
 >You never get to apply this knowledge since she cleans up all the bad guys on the screen before you can hit anything
 >Your skill slowly improves, but you still get the impression Marsu has to carry you
 >She scowls when you do something fatal for both characters
 >And when your Lion Knight is the only one left you can see her look at your controller longingly
 >You ask if maybe she’d be better off doing the solo mode while you just watch her
 >”What? No! The heart of Rumble Mates is in the co-op!”
 >Her long ears fold back in shame
 >”I’m sorry, Anon. I didn’t mean to be so pushy. Please, you’ll get better!”
 >Well, at least she’s not yanking the controller out of your hands yet
 >Marsu calms down a bit, and the lower tension actually makes things go smoother
 >The two of you get into a steady rhythm, overcoming the game’s increasingly harder challenges
 >You scarf down food during cutscenes or loading times, building a small pile of bags and wrappers on the carpet
 >Bathroom breaks only come when a major chapter is over
 >You have to time your trips with Marsu’s, though, since she is too absorbed in the game to care much about her own bladder, let alone yours.
 >After a few hours you hear a loud chirping noise coming from the kangaroo’s phone
 >She glances at it with a whine, but continues playing
 >Must not be that important of a call?
 >”No, it’s...I’ll explain in a sec.”
 >It takes a little longer than “a sec” to beat the next key boss battle, but when it’s over Marsu puts down her controller
 >”Do you want to come with me for a quick walk?”
 >You’re a little surprised by her sudden lack of attention for the game
 >But as you stretch your stiff muscles the chance for a walk sounds wonderful
 
 >The walk is more like a brisk jog (or hop), so it seems that Marsu’s definitely eager to play the game some more
 >Honestly you’re amazed she didn’t want to just power through the whole thing in one sitting
 >”They say you should take a break after every hour of play,” she says as if reciting a script
 >The kangaroo sighs heavily
 >”A few years ago I had to go to the emergency room because I passed out from exhaustion after playing a day straight. My parents threatened to take everything away from me unless I promised to take frequent breaks. I still probably don’t get nearly enough exercise...”
 >After a few minutes, she slows down her pace a bit
 >”You know, I always feel obligated to take these walks, but...it’s kind of nice to have you with me, Anon.”
 >You feel the same way with her
 >Seems you’re also making some headway in getting her to open up more
 >Marsu looks to her pouch and fishes around in it
 >She pulls out a granola bar in shock
 >”O-oh, that’s embarrassing,” she says sheepishly, thrusting the snack into her sweatshirt pocket. “I thought I cleaned everything out.”
 >You suppose it’s natural for even anthros to feel self-conscious about their own biological quirks
 >Must be pretty nice to have a pouch like that, though
 >”Yeah, it’s super useful. I mean, when you’re not needing it to hold little joeys or anything.”
 >The two of you circle back around and start heading toward her place again
 >”Heh, you know how some humans and anthros stretch their ears out? There are kangaroos who do that to their pouches. Pretty crazy, huh?”
 >She tugs at her own as though she were snapping a waistband
 >”You could fit a grown adult in there like that. Imagine if I could carry you around on walks, or wrap you up like a blanket.”
 >Marsu stumbles over at her own words
 >”I-I mean, not YOU specifically, but just...hypothetically, you know? H-ha ha…”
 >She goes quiet for the rest of the walk
 
 >Marsu is back on the couch with a single bound
 >Getting some fresh air certainly helped clear your mind from stress
 >It also made you aware of the funk from sweat and food litter everywhere
 >The kangaroo probably has a tolerance to this kind of thing
 >The game continues getting more difficult, but once you learn each other’s strengths you get into a synchronous groove
 >It also means you start messing with each other a little more
 >”Hey! You didn’t need the health pack! You have a freaking LANCE, and I have to get up there with a claw!”
 >You pull the, “I don’t know how to play” card, and that sets her off even more
 >”No, stop! Cut it out!”
 >She’s too preoccupied to grab your controller, so instead she uses her feet
 >A large paw is shoved into your face as she tries to distract you
 >It works, but more from the tickle of her furry toes than from having your vision obstructed
 >Even when you aren’t at each other’s throats anymore, Marsu keeps her leg up on you in a trance
 >It can’t be that comfortable for her, right?
 >You almost want to take a peek now that her shorts have ridden up a bit
 >You know she’d sooner chastise you for taking your eyes off the game than sneaking a look at her underwear
 >Or lack thereof
 >The end is in sight, and it’s obvious you’re nearing the final boss
 >You try to take a swig of your drink, but Marsu’s leg drops at the worst possible moment
 >She knocks it out of your hand and soon your side of the couch is soaked
 >”Crap!” she says. “I’m so sorry!”
 >You look around for some napkins or towels, but she points urgently at the screen
 >”No time, I’ll just clean it up later!”
 >You still need some place to sit
 >The floor?
 >”No, wait, it’s too gross to sit down there!”
 >She’s not wrong; you two kind of made the floor disappear under all the junk food
 >”Um, uh...here, just sit here!”
 >The kangaroo scoots back in her seat as far as she can, leaving you some room to sit down
 >On her lap
 >Knowing Marsu, she’s dead serious about it
 >Whatever it takes to save the world, right?
 >You take your position and Marsu wraps her arms around you so she can still hold her controller, looking over your shoulder
 >It’s the ultimate showdown, and as much as you’re trying to focus on the boss battle you’re too aware of the senses around you
 >The vibration of the controllers, Marsu’s deep breathing on your neck…
 >Your goal extends beyond just beating the game
 >You want to impress her, to make her happy
 >When it all comes down to you to deliver the final blow, she’s leaning into your back
 >You can feel her heartbeat
 >And you don’t even realize you’ve won by the time she drops her controller and gives you a spine-crushing victory hug
 >”We did it!”
 >Marsu’s rocking you side to side
 >The ending credits go largely ignored, until they end unceremoniously
 >”So, that’s it...” she says dejectedly. “We beat the whole thing in a single day.”
 >You can’t see her face from the way you’re sitting, but you imagine it’s full of disappointment
 >”I thought it would last longer. I...really wanted it to. I was looking forward to this day for a while now.”
 >You try to twist your head, but there’s only so far it can go with her muzzle stopping you
 >”I just wanted to spend the whole day with you, Anon.”
 >It’s already mid afternoon, you still thought the two of you would be playing late into the night
 >You put one hand over her interlocking arms and the other on her sturdy thigh
 >That’s all the encouragement she needs to turn you around and plant her lips on yours
 >She’s still an awkward, nerdy ‘roo at heart, but even her inexperienced kisses are full of the same drive as any game she plays
 >She gives little squeaks as she digs into your mouth, but it’s endearing to listen to
 >The two of you pull away with a little embarrassment, but also relief
 >Now you know what kind of feelings she really has for you
 >And already you can feel the years of isolation break away
 >”Um, Anon.”
 >Marsu shifts her legs around, hanging them off the couch
 >”Maybe we can go for another walk? And...”
 >She takes your hand and slowly brings it back
 >To her pouch
 >”I know we’ve been on the couch all day, but when we can back maybe we can try something different...”
 >Your hand slides into her stomach fold, and then…
 >Hits something hard and plastic?
 >”Maybe we could watch a movie instead!”
 >You pull out the DVD case
 >[Rumble Mates: THE MOVIE]
 >Wow
 >What a nerd
 
 
 
 [[ Gamer-oo Two ]]
 
 >With a little coaxing, you’ve finally managed to get your red kangaroo gamer girlfriend Marsu out of the house more often
 >A chance to go to new places and try new things
 >Predictably, she just wants to go and play games
 >So the two of you are heading to Buck and Blaster’s for a day of arcade fun
 >At the very least it has a variety of interactive and physical games to get her off her (cute) butt and be more active
 >It seems cruel to push her like that, but it’s also entirely her idea
 >She has good intentions, just not the willpower to act on them yet
 >She has admitted several times she needs more exercise, and you’re willing to help her out
 >Even if that means taking VERY small steps to get her there
 >The place is just as much of a bar and restaurant as it is an arcade
 >The beeps and chimes of the game machines mix with the rowdy merriment of the diners
 >This is Marsu’s element
 >She’s hopping on her heels in excitement as you pay for your cover fees
 >It’s a good thing you had a filling lunch, because it’s obvious the kangaroo isn’t going to sit and eat until she gets some entertainment in first
 >It’s so overwhelming she can’t even decide what to start with first
 >When she does, it isn’t even a game
 >It’s the prize counter
 >Hunting for the perfect trophy and making a goal to get it
 >Sitting on the top shelf is a small all-in-one game console, preloaded with an assortment of classic games
 >Her eyes sparkle and her mouth hangs open
 >”That!” she squeals. “That’s what I’m working for!”
 >Why that?
 >Marsu already owns the real copies of all those included games
 >Multiple copies, too
 >”B-but…this is more compact! And it’s a collector’s item!”
 >Alright, whatever
 >It’s only...400,000 tickets!?
 >”I’m already almost halfway there!” she says, stifling a whine and holding up a plastic card stamped with the Buck and Blaster’s logo
 >You’re a little concerned how long it took her to even get “almost halfway”
 >”Well…if we, um, pool our tickets it’ll go faster. And we’ll share it anyway!”
 >It still seems like a bit of a waste
 >But as long as she has something to motivate her, then you’ll throw your earnings in as well to help her get it
 >Marsu lunges forward and pulls you into a hug
 >She’s acting like you already won the game system
 >”It’s as good as ours!” she laughs
 >She skips over to a reload machine and slips some money inside
 >The number of bills she puts in makes you even more worried now
 >When she returns to you she thrusts a plastic card into your chest
 >”Don’t lose this,” she says sternly
 >Yikes
 >Her expression softens back to her eager cheer
 >”What are we waiting for? Let’s go!”
 
 >Marsu drags you around the arcade as she analyzes the machines
 >Many of them display their current “jackpot” payouts and she’s on the prowl for the biggest winners
 >Unfortunately, many of the games are already filled up
 >The kangaroo girl makes frustrated noises as she tries to find a vacant game
 >”Let’s start with that one!”
 >It’s a simple light game; stop the lights on the right bulb to win big
 >The jackpot is up to a few hundred, which doesn’t seem all that impressive considering how far you have to go
 >”Yeah, but this will be a fast win,” Marsu says. “I’m great at these! You’ll win almost every time once you have the technique down…”
 >She slams the butter down, just one bulb shy of the jackpot
 >A few pity tickets spit out
 >”Just a warm-up…”
 >She slides her card in to pay more credits and hits the button again
 >And again
 >5 tickets
 >4 tickets
 >4 tickets
 >2 tickets…
 >Every time she tries, she gets a little angrier and a little worse
 >”Crap it all!” she pouts. “Why don’t you try it?”
 >Now you’re almost afraid what will happen if you win instead of her
 >”Use your fingertips, not your palm. The light is slightly behind the computer trigger, so it’s better to hit it too soon rather than too la—“
 >*WHOOP WHOOP WHOOP*
 >First try
 >The machine flashes wildly as the stream of tickets pours out
 >Ooh, she doesn’t look happy
 >Marsu grabs you tightly, rubbing her body against yours
 >A…victory hug?
 >”I’m taking back the good luck I accidently gave you,” she mutters
 >When the tickets stop coming out you grab them and begin to hastily fold them into a neat little stack
 >Marsu rips off a chunk from your stream
 >”That’s going to take forever!”
 >She lifts up her sweatshirt far enough for you to see her bare stomach
 >Then she stuffs the tickets into her pouch and gives them a pat for safekeeping
 >Guess she can hang onto them for the both of you
 >There are still more light games with some respectable jackpots, and you make your rounds harvesting them all
 >Marsu manages to score the big wins more often than you now
 >She sticks her tongue out with each victory
 >Wasn’t this supposed to be a joint effort?
 >”These are still GAMES, duh. There has to be a winner, after all!”
 >Good lord, this is Rumble Mates all over again
 >Speaking of which, Marsu eyes an arcade cabinet for her favorite game series lined up among other “legacy machines”
 >”Anon! How about a few quick levels?”
 >You have to remind the kangaroo what your mission is
 >These types of games don’t even give out tickets
 >Marsu tugs on her ears
 >”Ooohhh, fine.”
 >She looks around and another old machine catches her eye
 >Before you can stop her, she’s already bounding over to it in large paces
 >”I remember this one!” she gasps
 >It’s a simple whack-a-dino game
 >The mallet looks pretty badly damaged, and one of the dinosaur heads can’t go back down the hole all the way
 >”My dad was a pro at this one. He could get the high score with a slice of pizza in the other hand! Then he’d put me on top and I’d stomp on all the dinos with my feet!”
 >No wonder they look broken
 >Marsu swipes her card to load on the credits
 >Up pop the dinos, and down comes the mallet
 >Her efforts seem to be held back by some childhood nostalgia
 >Rather than fast, calculated motions she’s flailing around like crazy
 >She does a little jump each time she strikes a dino
 >Her total is nowhere near the high score after the last dino burrows back down
 >Only a short strip of tickets comes out
 >Marsu gives you an embarrassed look as she tucks them into her pouch
 >”Maybe we should find some other games to play…”
 
 >It’s hard to keep Marsu from getting sidetracked
 >She keeps gravitating back to the high-risk, low-payout games
 >Skee ball, roulette, button-tapping games…
 >You’re never going to get all the tickets you need at this rate
 >But after a while you realize something
 >She’s having fun, and that’s what you came here for
 >Getting that game system was technically HER goal, but you’ve been more focused on it than she has
 >You already met your own goal by getting her out of the house
 >”Anon, we have to try it!”
 >Your gaze follows where she’s pointing: a “Stompin’ Beat Beat” machine
 >Arrows on the floor glow invitingly
 >Again, no prize tickets for playing this sort of thing
 >But at least it’ll be good exercise
 >”I got in pretty good shape when I was younger playing SBB,” Marsu says, wiggling her hips
 >That’s one way to get fit, you guess
 >Marsu puts a paw on her belly
 >”Yeah, I...was kind of a chubby kid. Getting a workout from the arcades was easier than going to a gym. Not as many people to judge you...”
 >She swipes her card and the playlist scrolls by
 >There’s a lot of music you’ve never heard of
 >That’s not the case for Marsu
 >She oohs and ahhs with each press of the button
 >Finally she settles on some obscure pop group and picks her difficulty
 >It’s a bit higher than what you pick
 >You’re not even sure her difficulty is possible for a human’s anatomy
 >Marsu zips herself up to keep everything in her pouch from flying all around, then hops in place for the countdown
 >The game starts, and the screen is flooded with arrows
 >At least on half the screen
 >You can still see the background as your cluster of arrows fly upward, while Marsu’s side is completely filled
 >Her long legs thump furiously on the platform, hitting each arrow flawlessly
 >It’s a little distracting, and most of the challenge for you comes from trying to drown out her commotion
 >A few times you feel a gush of wind as the kangaroo’s tail whips by
 >You dodge out of the way just as a powerful swipe nearly takes out your legs
 >The music subsides and the last arrow floats off
 >That…could have gone better
 >Your failing score kicks you out of the next round while Marsu takes the center of the platform
 >”You did…h-hah…you did good,” she pants. “Now let me…let me show you how it’s done!”
 >The next round begins and the screen fills up with arrows once more
 >This time, Marsu’s tackling both sides at once
 >Dancing and grooving with expert precision
 >An audience starts to form around you to watch Marsu hit note after note
 >Your attention is focused less on the game and more on Marsu
 >Her thighs flex, her chest bounces around, and her tail seems to lift up whenever she has her back to you
 >You’re the only one not looking at the screen
 >Sudden applause snaps you out of the trance
 >The onlookers are cheering Marsu on as she wheezes for air
 >You manage to grab her just in time as she stumbles back against you
 >She squirms around in your arms, a little startled by her fall until she realizes it’s just you
 >She rubs her snout against your face, babbling incoherently
 >Might be a good time for a break…
 
 >You and your kangaroo girlfriend refuel in the restaurant side of Buck and Blaster’s
 >She scarfs down nachos and chugs down a really colorful, fruity drink
 >Marsu is a major lightweight when it comes to alcohol, and it doesn’t take her long to loosen up
 >She’s flicking chip crumbs and blowing straw wrappers at you
 >Once she expends all of her ammunition, she resorts to other antics
 >At first she just smiles dreamily at you as distraction
 >Then you feel her fuzzy toes work their way up your legs to your stomach
 >You grab her foot and she begins laughing as you tickle it
 >”N-no! S-stop!” she snorts
 >Anyone who doesn’t see what’s going on under the table is probably thinking the kangaroo girl has just gone crazy
 >When she settles down and sobers up a bit, Marsu takes out her pile of tickets and untangles them
 >”Seems like we still have a ways to go,” she sighs. “I guess we should probably get back out there soon...”
 >It’s not like you’re under a time constraint though, right?
 >It’s only early in the evening, and she can always just load the tickets up on her card again to hang on to for next time
 >Marsu looks like you just told her you’re taking all her games away for good
 >”B-b-but...the system! What if it’s not there the next time we come?”
 >With a ticket cost that steep, you doubt there’s anyone who’s going to be cashing in on it in the next few days
 >The two of you can always come back later in the week
 >Marsu fidgets in her seat
 >”Alright, but let’s at least make a good effort tonight, okay?”
 >So you and the ‘roo return to the gaming floor after clearing your tab
 >The bill alone is a pretty convincing incentive to not have to come back another day
 >The food isn’t even THAT good...
 >You take a lap around the arcade again to check on any machines that have their jackpots built up again
 >Many of the games are getting filled up with other guests again now that the evening rush has arrived
 >Marsu has a look on her face that you recognize from your most intense moments with Rumble Mates
 >It’s a determination she exhibits when she has a clear goal in her sights
 >The ultimate prize guarded by a boss battle she’s confidant she can beat
 >You suggest splitting off so you can clean up on as many machines as possible, but she clings tightly to you
 >There’s no separating you two tonight
 >You massage her shoulders while she plays, and she leans over yours when it’s your turn
 >Marsu stuffs every large ticket payout into her pouch while you collect the little stubs
 >Eventually her belly takes on a lumpy shape as the wads of tickets visible distend her pouch
 >You suggest that she run to the card reloader to cash in the tickets before something happens to them, but she waves you off
 >”No time! We’re so close!”
 >Looks like she’s been mentally counting every ticket you’ve earned since the beginning
 >What began as a goal of over 200,000 tickets has shrunk to a few thousand
 >Though now with all of the popular machines either occupied or completely expended, the hunt becomes even more nerve-wracking
 >At one point, Marsu spots a stream of tickets seemingly abandoned at one of the machines
 >She eyes it like it’s a legendary treasure and hops toward it
 >But before she can get there a little koala boy runs over and snatches them up
 >Marsu has fire in her eyes, and you have to grab her tail to stop her from chasing down the child and tackling him
 >Tensions are running a little high, apparently
 >Just then, an open opportunity
 >One of the game machines that’s been constantly occupied since you arrived clears out
 >You have never seen Marsu jump so far before in a single bound
 >She practically lands on her rump as she claims the vacant seat, patting the spot next to her for you to sit
 >It’s a betting game
 >You don’t use normal credits; you use actual tickets
 >Probably the worst type of game to play with the two of you being so close to your goal
 >She’s so desperate for that final little stretch she’s willing to risk it all
 >And Marsu is fully aware of the gamble she’s about to make
 >She keeps you away from her pouch with her leg as she fishes out a particularly long strand
 >”Just trust me on this one!” she growls
 >All you can do now is be her support
 >Her Player Two
 >Which is probably for the best, because you haven’t the slightest idea what’s going on as cards and dice and weird arcane ruins fill the already busy screen
 >Though what you DO understand is when she’s winning or losing, both from the appropriate graphics on the screen and from the various grunts she makes
 >It’s a good thing the speakers are shot, because the accompanying sounds from the game would probably just add to the anxiety
 >By the time you pick up on what the stakes are for each move she makes, you’re at the “big one”
 >And not by choice
 >Marsu’s haste leads her to pressing the wrong button and going all-in for one more bet
 >”There’s no going back now,” she croaks, knowing full well how badly she screwed up
 >You can’t watch this one
 >The inevitable disappointment is going to be too much
 >Her nails click on the buttons, and you hear the game sounds make their beeps and chirps
 >Then, all goes quiet
 >You’re afraid to look
 >You hear Marsu inhale sharply
 >”No...”
 >Oh boy...
 >You slowly open your eyes, expecting the worst
 >But Marsu is smiling broadly and pointing to the game screen
 >[[ YOU ARE WINNER! ]]
 >She did it
 >”I did it! Sorry, didn’t mean to make you worry!”
 >You almost had a heart attack because of her
 >She presses her snout against your cheek and gives you little kisses as the tickets come flooding out
 
 >The crowd is starting to thin out as Buck and Blaster’s goes full “bar mode”
 >The place starts closing up to anyone not old enough to drink, meaning a lot of the younger gamers are heading out
 >Kind of a shame in a way, since you already hit your goal just as the competition for getting to the best machines subsides
 >Whatever
 >Marsu takes out the massive pile of tickets from her pouch while you gather up your own pitiful number from a cup
 >She doesn’t even need the little stubs she entrusted to you after that last major winning
 >”What a night, huh?” she giggles
 >The two of you make your way over to the ticket counter to cash everything in
 >That’s when Marsu stops cold
 >Ahead of you is the young koala boy and what you assume to be his father
 >There are tears in the kid’s eyes as he looks up at the prize wall
 >”I’m sorry, buddy,” the father says. “It wasn’t 10,000. There was an extra zero in there...”
 >The koala boy is staring at a toy gun set with foam bullets
 >The poor kid must have seen the 100,000 ticket cost sign and though it was only a tenth of that
 >Neither the father nor the prize cashier looks comfortable with the crying boy on their hands
 >It’s enough to get Marsu to start sniffing
 >She looks at the mass of tickets in her arms
 >Before you can say anything to her, she’s already padding over to the koala and the two adults
 >All three of them look at her with surprise
 >The kangaroo girl snaps off part of the ticket mass and hands it to the boy
 >You don’t know how much it is, but it’s clearly enough to cover the full cost for the gun set
 >The koala boy looks up at Marsu like she’s a superhero
 >The father is speechless at first, then he clears his throat
 >”Miss, are you sure...?”
 >Marsu shrugs
 >”Well, he’s got them now! I got all the fun I wanted tonight anyway.”
 >Marsu looks back at you with a knowing smile
 >All in all, it really was a good night
 >The koala boy hugs Marsu’s legs before him and his father head out with the prize in tow
 >You congratulate your ‘roo girl for her generosity
 >Admittedly, you’re pretty proud of her
 >She may have her goals and her ambitions, but at least she’s learning to play games just for the enjoyment rather than to make everything about the winning
 >Marsu gives you a funny look
 >”What are you talking about?”
 >You ask her the same question
 >”We’re not done here...”
 >Come again?
 >Marsu laughs, then slides a furry paw underneath your shirt
 >”We’re old enough to be here, you and me,” she whispers
 >She rubs your back slowly and nibbles on your ear
 >”And the place is still open for another couple of hours. More than enough time to replace that hundred grand.”
 >Your stomach knots up
 >You might have jumped the gun in thinking she was going to head home with just the satisfaction of an altruistic deed
 >Marsu takes the cup of tickets from your hand and dumps them into her pouch
 >”Not a bad start. C’mon! If we get that system soon, maybe we can even plug it in tonight and have a few quick games before bed!”
 >Wonderful
 >Spend hours in a brightly lit arcade staring at glowing screens just so you can go home to a dimly lit living room and stare at a glowing screen for hours
 >It’s going to be a long night...