[It's only his exploratory nature that's brought him here today, and certainly not the promise of knocking down pins in too-many-throws from afar via some exaggerated form of bowling he's never borne witness to.
The lights don't help, either.
When the black lights kick on, and everything glows that should not, he frowns as though it's a personal offense, setting his jaw and glancing around. Gods, no, this is definitely not an activity he hopes to participate in for fun or for curiosity any time soon. The lights are too unnatural; the colors more so. He's standing in a lane next to the stranger, barely hearing his question over the machine spitting one more ball next to them to be retrieved.]
Are you looking for competition? [Disbelievingly.]
cosmic bowling!
The lights don't help, either.
When the black lights kick on, and everything glows that should not, he frowns as though it's a personal offense, setting his jaw and glancing around. Gods, no, this is definitely not an activity he hopes to participate in for fun or for curiosity any time soon. The lights are too unnatural; the colors more so. He's standing in a lane next to the stranger, barely hearing his question over the machine spitting one more ball next to them to be retrieved.]
Are you looking for competition? [Disbelievingly.]