Carnival games weren’t exactly the sort of soul-sucking entertainment he’d been looking for, but Yusuke needed something to dull the edge that kept on ticking. But what the hell was he going to do with all these weird prizes? Ugh.
“Tch, whatever. Hey, you want this... uh. Bug-eyed... goldfish thing? I guess it’s kind of cute? If you squint your eyes a little. I don’t need any of this plush junk.” Shit. He hadn’t been to a festival in a while -- not since he was a kid, at least.











