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"Ritsu, you're up next." Mob said after watching his pins topple with their familiar clunking.
Ritsu glanced up at the scoreboard, a horrifying CG animated anthropomorphic bowling pin with breasts shrugging at Mob's attempt at bowling. Mob got four pins down this time, better than last time at least. Mob sat down on one of the seats around the controls for the scoreboard. The scoreboard above their heads had reset to the table of everyone's scores. Ritsu went up to the bowling ball pickup thing.
Ritsu's hand hovered over the lineup of bowling balls, picking up a pink one with the number 12 printed on it. He found its weight nice, yet did not weigh him down. He strolled up to the aisle, eyeing the centre pin. His arm swung, and his bowling ball rolled down the aisle smoothly, knocking down nine of the ten pins. He looked back to see Mob smiling at him. "Nice one, Ritsu!" his brother said. He turned to everyone else. "Suzuki, no powers this time."
The redhead rolled his eyes. "You're definitely jealous because I'm getting strikes almost every time. You should see that Hanazawa guy, I doubt you could top the scoreboard like that without cheating."
"Excuse me?"
"Whatever. Damn, out of 11s."
Shou picked up a purple size 10 and spun it on his finger like a basketball. He flung it up and caught it again, it's fall unaided by telekinesis, judging by the way he almost fell to the ground trying to catch it ("I'm fine, never been better. All Gucci here.")
He threw the ball, watching it roll into the gutter. "See? No powers."
Teru's turn. "For the record," he said while choosing the ball, "I've gone on more bowling outings than I can count on my fingers, so I've had practice."
Teru's ball knocked all the pins down in one go, again. "Not that you would know what it's like hanging out with peers, Suzuki-kun."
"Alright, boys," Reigen said as he stood up from his seat. "No need to go getting a bigger head than you guys already have. Let's all just play fair."
Reigen gingerly placed his hand on a size 11 ball, looked Teru in the eye as he passed by, and reluctantly took a 13 to preserve his already-deteriorating ego. He threw the ball with much effort, staring as it clunkily rolled down the aisle and knocked down four pins. "Yeah." Reigen said simply, vaguely.
A few more rounds of this, Shou began to get restless. "Right, guys. I think I'd rather go to or something. Ciao." He threw off his bowling shoes and grabbed his normal ones, ignoring Reigen's cries of "I paid for you!"
Shou hadn't been to Toys R Us in a while. Toys lined the shelves, obviously. Shou spent a while inspecting the silly bands and kinetic sand, rubix cubes and . The Barney toys were still in sale, somehow, and the row of plushy singing chickens looked new. Didi & Friends? He'll check that out later. Aquabeads? Boring. Lego? Old. The backmost section of the store had hula hoops and cheap, flimsy sports equipment, but he's had enough of those. He grabbed a trio of chickens plushies from the earlier aisle and paid for them. He walked out of the toy store legally.
"Shou! What the hell are those."
He turned to see Ritsu walking towards him, Mob and Reigen speedwalking behind Ritsu, and Teru leisurely walking behind them. "Oh, hey guys. I hear the skating rink is fun."
Reigen and Mob caught up to them, slightly out of breath. Reigen's shoes weren't tie properly. "I..." Reigen started, and wheezed. "Don't walk so fast you... Ritsu..."
They all sat at a bench while Reigen and Mob caught their breaths. Shou played Robocop with the plushies while Teru examined phone chargers at a nearby stall. Reigen cleared his throat. "As I was trying to say, apparently bowling isn't that interesting," he shot a look at Shou, "So lets find something else to do. I can't skate, and..."
"Me and Nii-san have never been, either. Suzuki probably cheats, and Teru definitely can, people go on outings here a lot."
"Thank you, Mob's brother-kun. Why don't we go to the food court, or the anime store?"
They went to the food court next, each paying for their own, except for Mob, who Reigen said "was being paid out of his own salary." Mob didn't mind. Reigen had learned his lesson.
"Hey, why don't we go to the arcade after this?" Shou suggested.
Before anyone could answer, Reigen hit his fist on the table. "Good idea! I'll pay for five tickets each, but the rest will have to be paid out of your own pockets."
Reigen ended up spending an hour on DanceDanceRevolution.
Mob tried the claw machine, where Ritsu secretly helped pick up a Pikachu plush ("Ritsu, I thought you were a good boy." "Listen, Suzuki. If claw machines aren't good boys then neither am I.")
They then tried the air hockey game, Mob went up against Ritsu. "Nii-san, don't you think the puck is moving a bit weirdly?"
The plastic puck glided across the table in loops, circling around without any input from the brothers. "...............Yeah, you're right, Ritsu."
Behind a slot machine, Shou lifted the air hockey puck and stuck it to the ceiling. He snickered.
"...As if we wouldn't notice, Suzuki-kun."
Shou screamed out of surprise and flung the puck into Teru's face. Teru yelled and dropped his soy sauce parfait on the ground. "It hit my eye, you dip!"
By this point half the arcade was staring st the two boys yelling behind the slot machine. Ritsu got some ice for Teru's now-bruised eye and Shou went to clean the soy sauce off his shirt.
"Hang on a minute, Mob. I'm trying to beat this pleb's high score."
"Shishou, please."
Mob managed to drag Reigen off the DDR machine and they met up with the other three.
Reigen gave an awkward smile to the mess of kids he took his eyes off for just a little over an hour. "I'm not gonna ask what happened here, but I think we should go home now. I'll get the Uber."