[Pyro glances at the broken piece of equipment in their hand, then tosses it off to the side. Littering? Nah, this is an arcade, the floors are dirty enough already without them littering. With a loud scraping noise, they take the frying pan off the top of the cabinet and sling it accross their back.
They make eye contact with Satan briefly--but within that second, Satan can see into their mask, and is greeting with nothing but the unanswering void. But he gets the distinct impression he's being judged.
After another pause, they glance to the side to see another arcade cabinet and point at it. It's a version of Punch-Out!! If he's the champ, why doesn't he try that one?]
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They make eye contact with Satan briefly--but within that second, Satan can see into their mask, and is greeting with nothing but the unanswering void. But he gets the distinct impression he's being judged.
After another pause, they glance to the side to see another arcade cabinet and point at it. It's a version of Punch-Out!! If he's the champ, why doesn't he try that one?]