[It's really awkward when you find you've been talking to no one because the person you thought you were babbling at has run off somewhere, a fact which Josuke realizes only after Genda doesn't answer his question. He looks around for a few moments, confused, until one of the arcade goers taps his shoulder and points in the direction Genda disappeared in.
"He's that way, man. Woulda thought someone who could play like that would stick around for the praise, but I guess—"
"Not all imPorts lust after the limelight," someone else chimes in as they hop on the now empty dance pads and smirk at Josuke. A smirk that goes unseen and is followed by a disgruntled huff when, ignoring them, Josuke weaves away through the little crowd and, after a few moments, manages to find Genda off in a corner somewhere.]
Hey.
[He'd ask if the kid was alright, but the answer to that question is obvious.]
Sorry about that. I guess it was a little much, huh?
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"He's that way, man. Woulda thought someone who could play like that would stick around for the praise, but I guess—"
"Not all imPorts lust after the limelight," someone else chimes in as they hop on the now empty dance pads and smirk at Josuke. A smirk that goes unseen and is followed by a disgruntled huff when, ignoring them, Josuke weaves away through the little crowd and, after a few moments, manages to find Genda off in a corner somewhere.]
Hey.
[He'd ask if the kid was alright, but the answer to that question is obvious.]
Sorry about that. I guess it was a little much, huh?