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"She just wanted some butter, right? You're sure?"

An oddly-matched pair took a relatively unobtrusive route through the city, something that would have normally been avoided if it wasn't for the fact that the older brother wanted to spend a longer period of time away from home. It was an increasing habit of the brightly-colored child, and one that likewise increased in the grating it had done on the younger, sickly brother. At least he had remembered to bring a hooded sweater this time, for the sun wasn't the most forgiving today and the crowds were everywhere.

Then again, what would expect from a weekend? More people out for a good time, and more distractions and road hazards than any other time of the week.

"Mm, yeah, that's what she said," Iridian responded, "It's why she didn't give us a list this time-- what are you doing?" His eyebrows furrowed as Cheyenne started digging through his hoodie's over-sized front pocket, pulling out a small, handmade coin purse. Opening it up to shuffle through it, he kept the small bag close to himself; he wasn't about to trust the stragglers of a Saturday mob, that was for sure.

Turning back to face forward once he had comprehended the silent answer, his eyes flashed at what he saw ahead of their path and a characteristic widely-stretched grin emerged. "Got enough for the butter, then?" he asked, opting to derail the conversation -- and their original plotted path -- more creatively.

"Mmn, plenty. We could probably pay for two or three bars with what she gave us."

"Good!" Even with the full blast of sunlight that day, the faint blue glow of his right eye wasn't hidden in his sudden excitement. He quickly bounded over to a kid who was announcing his prowess at a game in front of the arcade, asking for someone to take him on. Iridian's tail began twitching with the excessive surge of adrenaline; sure, he hadn't exactly played a game like this before and probably didn't stand a chance of winning, but maybe his energy would catch on to the game well enough to pose somewhat of a challenge? He was rather sure on his feet for someone so faulty in the sight department, after all.

He waited a moment or two, determining whether someone else was up to the challenge before he threw his hat in; at least that way he could get some tutorial on it. No such luck. Well, fine then, he'd go in blind. It's not like he wasn't used to doing that anyway. "I'll take you on!" he called over to the front as he made his way closer.

"Riddy!" Cheyenne hissed behind the boy, grabbing onto Iridian's vest to stick with him, "W... We can't! Th-The store, and... and what are you thinking!?" His eyes were wide with a whirl of opposing emotions, and he found himself trying to bury himself further in his sweater than was possible.

It was no use, as Iridian already had it in his head what he wanted to do. If he didn't acknowledge his brother's caution, then he couldn't be talked out of joining in on the game. "Hey, Gabriel," his smile seemed to be bolted to his face when he confirmed the aura he had felt. "So!" he started, glancing to the group of people that had gathered in curiosity -- or perhaps had even been here for earlier matches -- before turning to glance at the platform itself and all its flashing lights, "How's this gonna go?"