( he's almost positive that the two of them have designed this entire trip to ruin his life, so--he concedes to himself that if he's going to die, then at least he should die with one prize from the UFO catchers coming back home with him.
the train ride goes as expected, where he's forced to sit in between the two that lean across his lap and argue with each other, point out things on their phone screens or take not-so-covert photos documenting the journey, and he sits with his hands stuffed into the pockets of his light jacket, his eyes trained up on the ceiling of the train. he can even pretend like he's reading the advertisements there: mostly he's just trying to act as uninvolved as possible, though he does spend a good amount of time watching one of the 'strategy' videos over itadori's shoulder, wondering if it will even help. as far as he's concerned, these things are mostly a scam: maybe the stuffed animal ones, not so much, but the ones with the expensive figures and watches and gift cards? completely impossible.
the music is loud, once they step inside, and he still has his hands in his pockets--he's mostly trailing itadori and kugisaki like a shadow, casting his gaze around the interior the further they get inside. it's almost uncomfortably warm; and he can see his worst enemy, the purikura booths, towards the back with the rest of the catcher machines. he hopes to some deity that kugisaki doesn't see them.
and why is it up to him? abruptly, he's met with two sets of eyes: kugisaki's, narrowed and shrewd and impatient, and itadori's, who look up at him like he's desperate to be told he's right. with a sigh, he looks to the machine--and twists his head, embarrassed. )
...I like the black one. ( which means that yes, he knows well enough about pokemon to be able to discern which eevee is which, and yes, he's just given them a reason to stall at this particular machine. it's filled with huge stuffed plushies, mostly of the generic eevee, with some of the evolutions scattered within.
disgruntled, he gives a half of a shrug, and leans his step closer to kugisaki, as though she's the less embarrassing half. ) But I don't think you'll get it. This one is a money trap.
( he's well aware that telling itadori not to do something goes about as well as telling a cat not to do something, but he tried. )
[ That's just the thing; this particular machine, with its display of giant, stuffed Eevees (in a variety of coloursโ Yuji's more of movie guy, okay, he can't remember all of those things' names) is now basically a dare. Saying I don't think you'll get it to Yuji Itadori is just about the same as a direct command to try and do the thing in question, and a look comes over him that says, without mincing words: he's about to spend all of his money and probably a good percentage of everyone else's trying to win a ridiculously large Eevee that they will struggle to even get through the doors of the train. ]
The one with the rings around its legs? That one? Look, there's one of those over there.
[ In the far corner, there is indeed an oversized Umbreon lying on its back, limbs in the air, with its Sukuna-esque yellow markings. Yuji's cheek is jammed against the glass again, leaving a fog of breath on the glass when he looks back at the other two. ]
I bet if I can get the claw around its leg, I can move it closer, you know, you can use the claw to uhโ push it. Remember the video I showed you?
[ There had been a rather tepid interest in his continuous babble of: hey hey look, that's how it's done, Fushiguroโ and oi, Kugisaki, look they won a Switch, but Itadori is determined to show off his new skill set (which he hasn't even practiced yet but whatever).
He's reaching into his pocket in a second to take out a 500 yen coin, and the machine springs to life as he deposits the money. Yuji stretches his arms over his head, and then bends down to touch his toes, as if he's preparing for a sprint, or a sporting eventโ he even cracks his knuckles for effect. Like a professional UFO catcher. There's a glance lobbied back at Fushiguro and Nobara, and he smiles at them both, sidelong. ]
Are you guys watching? Hey Fushiguro, if I get this in one, you have to pay for lunch. [ There is literally no chance in any world that he's getting the thing in one try, so fortunately Megumi is safe on that front.
He adds, starting to move the claw with the joystick, the thing quivering as it shakily makes its way towards the prize: ] If it takes more than twelve, then we have to do purikura with Kugisaki.
[ The confidence...
He kind of likes purikura, even if it's a bit lame and girly, so it's no great loss for Itadori.
The Eevee getsโ scraped by the claw, lifts about an inch off the ground andโ drops back to the pile of other Eevees. ]
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the train ride goes as expected, where he's forced to sit in between the two that lean across his lap and argue with each other, point out things on their phone screens or take not-so-covert photos documenting the journey, and he sits with his hands stuffed into the pockets of his light jacket, his eyes trained up on the ceiling of the train. he can even pretend like he's reading the advertisements there: mostly he's just trying to act as uninvolved as possible, though he does spend a good amount of time watching one of the 'strategy' videos over itadori's shoulder, wondering if it will even help. as far as he's concerned, these things are mostly a scam: maybe the stuffed animal ones, not so much, but the ones with the expensive figures and watches and gift cards? completely impossible.
the music is loud, once they step inside, and he still has his hands in his pockets--he's mostly trailing itadori and kugisaki like a shadow, casting his gaze around the interior the further they get inside. it's almost uncomfortably warm; and he can see his worst enemy, the purikura booths, towards the back with the rest of the catcher machines. he hopes to some deity that kugisaki doesn't see them.
and why is it up to him? abruptly, he's met with two sets of eyes: kugisaki's, narrowed and shrewd and impatient, and itadori's, who look up at him like he's desperate to be told he's right. with a sigh, he looks to the machine--and twists his head, embarrassed. )
...I like the black one. ( which means that yes, he knows well enough about pokemon to be able to discern which eevee is which, and yes, he's just given them a reason to stall at this particular machine. it's filled with huge stuffed plushies, mostly of the generic eevee, with some of the evolutions scattered within.
disgruntled, he gives a half of a shrug, and leans his step closer to kugisaki, as though she's the less embarrassing half. ) But I don't think you'll get it. This one is a money trap.
( he's well aware that telling itadori not to do something goes about as well as telling a cat not to do something, but he tried. )
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The one with the rings around its legs? That one? Look, there's one of those over there.
[ In the far corner, there is indeed an oversized Umbreon lying on its back, limbs in the air, with its Sukuna-esque yellow markings. Yuji's cheek is jammed against the glass again, leaving a fog of breath on the glass when he looks back at the other two. ]
I bet if I can get the claw around its leg, I can move it closer, you know, you can use the claw to uhโ push it. Remember the video I showed you?
[ There had been a rather tepid interest in his continuous babble of: hey hey look, that's how it's done, Fushiguroโ and oi, Kugisaki, look they won a Switch, but Itadori is determined to show off his new skill set (which he hasn't even practiced yet but whatever).
He's reaching into his pocket in a second to take out a 500 yen coin, and the machine springs to life as he deposits the money. Yuji stretches his arms over his head, and then bends down to touch his toes, as if he's preparing for a sprint, or a sporting eventโ he even cracks his knuckles for effect. Like a professional UFO catcher. There's a glance lobbied back at Fushiguro and Nobara, and he smiles at them both, sidelong. ]
Are you guys watching? Hey Fushiguro, if I get this in one, you have to pay for lunch. [ There is literally no chance in any world that he's getting the thing in one try, so fortunately Megumi is safe on that front.
He adds, starting to move the claw with the joystick, the thing quivering as it shakily makes its way towards the prize: ] If it takes more than twelve, then we have to do purikura with Kugisaki.
[ The confidence...
He kind of likes purikura, even if it's a bit lame and girly, so it's no great loss for Itadori.
The Eevee getsโ scraped by the claw, lifts about an inch off the ground andโ drops back to the pile of other Eevees. ]