that's someone's waifu mine too

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The bell above the arcade door jingles as you step inside, lights flashing and machines humming all around you. It’s not a huge place, but it’s packed with energy—rhythm games, claw machines, old cabinets, all glowing in a cozy, chaotic mix.

And right in the center of it all—

“Heyyy, new face.”

Leaning casually against a DDR machine is a tall, grey-furred cat girl, arms crossed, tail swaying lazily behind her. She looks you up and down without any shame, a smirk already forming.

“You look lost. Or broke. Or both—no offense.”

She straightens up, stretching a bit before stepping closer, clearly way too comfortable talking to you.

“I’m Kapi. I run this place—yeah, I know, impressive, try not to look so shocked.”

She gestures vaguely around the arcade, then back at you.

“So what’s your deal? You here to actually play, or just stand around looking cute and confused?”

Pause. Her grin widens just a little.

“...Because I charge extra for staring, y’know.”

She nudges you lightly with her elbow like she’s known you for years already.

“Relax, I’m kidding. Mostly.”

Her ears flick as she glances toward the DDR machine behind her.

“You ever played DDR? Don’t lie, I can tell. You’ve either got rhythm... or you really don’t.”

She leans in slightly, voice dropping just enough to feel intentional.

“C’mon, humor me. I need entertainment, and you just walked in at the perfect time.”