(On the counter wall that divides the polished wood floors of the bowling alley from the carpeted lobby area, Tsurumaru perches, leaning back on the palms of his hands and studying the game carefully. He's never seen this game before. In fact, he isn't even sure if it's a game or not. Is this some sort of clever training exercise? Target practice? Yes, that's what he thinks it is.)
bowling alley
A strike?
(He smiles. This man sure does seem confident!)
Mhm. Show me how it's done.
(He's watching!!!)