//TESTDRIVE8.0.EXE

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//TESTDRIVE8.0.EXE CERESCON Y2NEVERGONNAGIVEYOUUP. Welcome, new arrivals and already dedicated residents, to CERESCON. This three-day extravaganza is taking place at a convention center just a few blocks away from where new arrivals will view their powerpoint presentation (...has that always been there?!) and if you're worried about the entrance fee, don't be - your badges are already paid for and you don't even need to show ID in order to obtain the badge (they already know who you are). Note this is not the actual company of CERES this time; it seems to be a completely volunteer-run affair by the native population of the colony. If the current music on repeat is any indication as you spend your time waiting in line for your badge, it seems there is a very strong need to demonstrate that you all are important. And are never...uh, alone. Sorry about Santa, kind of. Also, please don't step out of line, you'll lose your place and have to go to the back of the line. Getting your badge once you get in line is no longer an option, with volunteer speedy robots half the size of an average adult (or maybe your size if you're in the four foot range) more than happy to pick you up over their heads and scooter you to your appropriate place in the line, including making you get to the back of it if you managed to step out too far. They insist you accept their apologies and show of good will. Get this Party Started Once characters reach registration, in addition to the badge they will receive a goodie bag with a map of the convention center, a schedule of events, a CERESCON T-shirt, and one (1) absolutely useless trinket from home. (NSFW) Furthermore, for your pleasure, one of the many models sponsored by Cerealia top (and only) producer of "adult merchandise" has been included (NSFW!!). Enjoy your weekend filled with colorful cosplay, questionable merchandise, bizarre panels, gaming rooms and extremely overpriced food! If you're bringing weapons, you'll be forced into the line of inspection to be peace bonded. If you are a weapon (swords, yes, especially you...) you will be peace bonded. Violation of personal privacy/space complaints will not be acknowledged for peace-bonding, as it is a necessary requirement for the safety and fun of everyone. Don't let your peace-bonding fall off, either, or you will be dragged back kicking and screaming (with your weapon or just you if you are the weapon) into the line. If you are bringing along an animal or robot or other companion (ex: if Hiccup brings Toothless), they need to be peace-bonded, too. The difference is the staff seems to treat them with much more care than you and your weapons. Huh. Lastly, if a character decides to make things not fun in any way—for themselves or otherwise—they will find themselves with a single special security member appearing out of nowhere to properly show them why they should be having that fun. He will show up at any time, anywhere. This includes the bathroom if you feel the need to be negative in the bathroom about things. Each time he has to show up, the situation will be more severe in warning. If you need to be approached more than a very generous five times, the sixth time will invoke you being removed from the con rather violently, badge taken from you and you lifted by the crowd control volunteers to get back in line and START ALL OVER AGAIN.

//SCENARIOS.EXE PROMPT I [ 0000 ] COSPLAY IS MAGIC The convention center is crowded, and many of the congoers are most definitely getting into this. They seem to think you are, too—even if you're not in cosplay, they sure are under the impression that you are (you know, as yourself)! Don't be surprised if you get stopped for pictures by overly enthusiastic colony natives. ...also don't be surprised if strangers dressed as people you know from home jump in on these pictures. They're all too willing and eager to talk about how hard they worked on their costumes, and how excited to see other fans they are. Heck, some of them might even be cosplaying you! Hopefully you don't get a highlander waxing poetic about how they would have chosen a better wig to suit your hairstyle than what you have or that your scar is on the wrong eye or how that material you chose for your vest is kind of tacky. Also, don't correct them about any facts they have wrong about you (or your world), if they start talking to you about it. Some will be very insistent they know what they are doing as a dedicated fan and cosplayer. (maybe you just didn't study your reference book hard enough before arriving like they did.) It's a fierce world out there of competitiveness. (some cosplayers will have done excellent jobs, and of course, others will not so great. it's up you and whoever you tag with on the types you'll meet! if you end up in the bathrooms at any point, you will find them crowded with cosplayers trying to fix wardrobe malfunctions and stalls being used as dressing rooms. Hopefully you can wait.) PROMPT II [ 0000 ] HOW MUCH FOR THAT FRENCH FRY, AGAIN? It's shaping up that there are long, loooong lines for the various panels and activities, so you'll want to get in line early if you want to be sure you get a good spot! The topics of the panels span a range of just about anything under the sun, from origami lessons to voice-acting discussions to cosplay makeup tips to the wonderful world of slash fiction. There is one panel that doesn't have much of a wait to get in—and that will be basically a rehash of the introductory powerpoint sequence, but they added some sort of flashing effects that could probably give someone a seizure. If nothing else, you'll be rewarded for your mistake of staying in that room for even ten seconds with a headache and a bit of nausea that'll require you to get a bottle of water and/or food from a vendor to make it go away. (Food from outside won't help, and the character will have nausea for the entire day of the con unless they remedy it with some over-priced convention food!). If you get hungry while waiting in line, you'll want to send someone out on a food run. Be sure to only buy from approved CERESCON vendors! Some of the restaurants from the city have set up booths (maybe your character is working at one!), but the prices are high and the portions are tiny. Don't even think about trying to smuggle in food from the outside, either. If you leave the con to save yourself some money for lunch, make sure to finish it first as bringing it back to the con will have the special security force come up to you once at the door (and stopped by a con-volunteer about the food), take it out of your hands and— —throw it on the ground in front of you both. Maybe jump on it for good measure, while they are at it. The volunteer that had stopped you in the first place will now cheerily point you in the direction of various food stands scattered throughout the convention center. You know, as if nothing just happened there with your smuggled goods being found. You can expect jacked prices from the aggravating that you begrudgingly pay to the outlandish. PROMPT III [ 0000 ] HAMSTER STYLE All throughout the day, a large hall with a sturdy wooden floor will be hosting a wide variety of video games. There are your usual arcade games, some console games set up on floating flatscreen televisions, and five dance game consoles (strangely similar to DanceDance Revolution and ParaPara Paradise, for those who know of them from home)— show them your moves and try to be as awesome as this guy. (Games can be a parody of just about any video games out there, so use your imagination. You can even have a special booth that's trying to promote a game like Sword Hell Touken Ranbu mania that you're either into yourselves or are victim to via plurk timelines. Or, you can have visual novels to play as they try to promote those. Anything goes, even if you probably wouldn't normally find it at a convention to play.) If your character is from a video game, even with the game being played at the con as a parody, they can find little freebie trinkets that may have them as the character on it promoting the gameplay!) When the sun goes down, that's when the party really starts. The CERESCON Rave takes place in another area—an unimaginably big ballroom on the second floor of the convention in its West Wing. Once 9:00PM hits, even if you are doing other con activities, volunteers will start coaxing you towards the direction of the rave. The longer you resist, the more insistent they will get. Although they will eventually drag your sorry butt there, you'll be able to leave around fifteen minutes after the rave starts and go back to what you were doing. If you somehow managed not to get dragged to the rave, the efficient cleaner robots will assume you are con equipment needing to be put away and lock you in a storage closet. Maybe if you scream really loud for help, someone will eventually notice and be able to open it so you can get yourself out of the dark. As for the ballroom itself, the large space will be transformed in a fancy display (transformer style!! they obviously must have observed mecha transformations for it in particular because it's pretty much a ripoff) into a dance floor with blacklights, colored strobe lights before the doors close and everything goes black. At the back of the room, a large theater style video will play. At around 0:35 seconds in the video, all the lights will come back on for partying. And the end of the video will have the car come busting through the screen like its paper and the hamsters will get out and guess what!@! They're your DJs for the evening. They like it when you dance with them, so make sure to at least pretend for one song. Also, upon entering you'll have been given glowsticks of all kinds, so let loose and have a blast. (If your character so desired, they could have activated the glowsticks at any time. Note that there will be npc natives in addition to player characters at the rave!). —and, hey, wallfowers!! Why aren't you dancing?? What did you get told about fun when you entered this convention?! PROMPT IV [ 0000 ] CHECK OUT WHAT I HAVE UNDER THIS COAT. A dealer's room! That should be harmless. Lets start with how incredibly huge it is and that they have some awesome music and live entertainment while you shop(?!) There are all sorts of thing available to buy here—everything from knockoff comics and DVDs to keychains and plushies to somewhat more reasonably priced packaged snacks to cat ears that wriggle in accordance with your brainwaves. What a great use of science, right? All of the vendors are so excited to be here, and even more excited to have you looking at their wares! But mostly they're excited for your money. They've employed the same kind of helpful robots that had kept people in line back at badge pick-up to usher people over to their stands, and if anyone uses excuses "It's too expensive" or "I don't have enough money," when declining interest in buying something, never fear. The robot-merchants will be more than glad to strongarm another shopper into joining you and will then proceed to repeat, "SHARING IS CARING, SO SPLIT THE BILL, CHINSWAD!" over and over again until you buy something... even if you don't actually know whoever they brought over. The far side of the room is devoted to stalls where artists are hawking their wares. If you think you see some familiar faces mixed in with the unfamiliar ones in the artwork, that's because you do—some of the natives have taken to illustrating pictures and doujinshi featuring none other than you along with your friends from home, your cross-canon CR, or even just people you haven't met yet that they think you would look cute with. These works range from fluffy to disturbingly explicit, though underage characters won't find themselves featured in anything questionable (nor will they be able to look at the material). In fact, the dealers will seem to know when the udnerage are approaching, and will hide the explicit works from view before they can even see them, including taking goods you or another may currently be looking at. Make sure you buy something before exiting! Getting to the exit without at least one purchase will have you stopped by the volunteers at the exit making sure people are exiting without killing each other. What do you mean you didn't buy something? Get back in there, because they aren't going to let you out until you do. In fact, if you try to exit without any merchandise, you'll be expected to get two. Please and thank you for demonstrating your enthusiasm to having fun this CERESCON. (If a character buys something for another character and gives it to them, it counts as purchasing an item. volunteers just conveniently know and so does Panda-san. ) Now get out and don't come back unless you're planning to buy something the next time you're here. Have a nice day. BONUS [ whyo'clock ] YOU WANT TO HIT MY WHAT? And, of course, CERES has latched onto one of the more trying convention traditions. We aren't talking about shouts of "YOU JUST LOST THE GAME" or "BUTTSCRATCHER", or anything else that has been a thing shouted pointlessly. We are talking about good ol' paddles. Yaoi paddles. Yuri paddles. And many other varieties between and outside thereof the aformentioned, too. Natives have purchased them, and are extremely enthusiastic to have heard of the ways of other worlds using these items at conventions. Don't you worry, no matter who you are, they're coming for you, and probably when you least expect it. Since it will happen multiple times throughout the convention regardless if you've already been graced by any, characters may start to realize that background noise (is this chase music?!) will be heard to alert you of paddler presence. Unfortunately, if you can hear the music, it means you are already in their sights and locked-on for targeting. You better run before they hit you, because if they do, you'll be incurring the effect of the paddle and have some terribly strong sexual desires to act on them (so if you're hit with an uke paddle, you'll end up feeling pretty hot and bothered quite soon along with the desire to be particularly submissive with your partner). Obviously, the paddlers will try to lead you back (as you're pretty much going to end up in some sort of semi-stunned state for the first few minutes before it isn't numb anymore and the paddle effects set on) to find the right match for you! Because, really, what these natives to seem to be really doing is trying to get some real-life doujinshi scene actions from you guys. Give your loyal fans some fanservice and make them scream. (You didn't really think they'd hit you with a paddle without an ulterior motive, did you...) The effects will wear off in about a half-hour or until you do at least some form of physical contact. Kissing and above will be enough to get rid of the effects, although the more explicit the intimacy is, the longer period of time before more paddlers start looking for your cute butt, again. If running isn't your thing, you finally seem to have some options to you. You can get a paddle of your own from a stall in the dealer's room. Other paddle wielders will leave you alone while you have it, as long as you're actively chasing others down! Happy hunting. These paddles can be anything from a normal paddle that induces no effect at all except the "innocent" slapping of someone's ass with said paddle or you can get your game on and take out your feelings of humiliation on other congoers. Or use it to your advantage if you got a crush or well, when you think about the possibilities are endless. Also, if you snap a paddle on someone, the native paddlers will console you for your loss and conveniently have another one to offer you. If you try to hit natives possessing paddles of their own, they all seem to really like it and think that means you want to play with them. It won't end in your favor. Trust us. Cerealians really can't understand why these things have mostly been banned in other worlds. This might be the most glorious part of the weekend to them. [ Remember to apply proper warnings on threads with trigger-y or inappropriate material and do let a mod know if your thread careens off into maiming or canoodling so we can lock the meme. Also, please remember to make sure the threader is okay with whatever kind of things you guys decide to play out ICly! ]

//RUN.EXE Welcome to CEREALIA's Eighth Test Drive Meme. For your convenience, we have compiled a post detailing everyone's arrival experience and a FAQ that should explain everything in more detail. Please read them thoroughly before playing. Thank you!

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masaomi kida // durarara!!

[mellowyellow]

one.
[This ridiculous con is the first good thing that's happened to him all day. Between the chicks in skimpy cosplay outfits and the celebrity-esque attention he's been getting, he's almost ready to admit that he likes it here. He rarely feels like the main character of his own damn life lately, so the extra attention (and downright obsession) paid to his silly jokes and favorite foods leaves him cracking up, eager to join in on the fun.

Until, that is, he spots what looks like a thirty year old man in sweet, gorgeous, erotic Anri-chan's high school uniform. Thick, hairy legs, matted wig, and all. The bottle blond turns pale as he raises a shaky hand to his mouth. Is he... crying?]

four.
[Determined to forget about his shocking encounter earlier that day, Masaomi makes his way restlessly through the vendors. He's already got a pair of orange cat ears on his head, some pink magical girl earrings (for his girlfriend Saki, he swears!), and is currently eyeing a set of Sailor Moon rip-off key chains. Because he can't buy just one sailor soldier. It doesn't work that way. They're a team! The fact that they're a team of gorgeous girls in short skirts doesn't hurt.

As he takes his time deciding just how many he can afford to get, his gazed wanders to the side, catching a crowded booth in his peripheral vision. He quickly takes note that the crowd is made up entirely of girls. Girls who peek over at him, realize he's watching them, and then turn back to each other to giggle uncontrollably. For just a second, he thinks he's hit the jackpot. Then one of the girls holds out a booklet with a drawing of himself and his friend Mikado getting hot and heavy on the cover.

Masaomi smiles wide and immediately ducks under the key chain vendor's table.]

I will buy every single sailor scout you've got if you find someone to get me out of here alive.

four

[rollin]

[ Right when Kida hides, some thug arrives, looking at the other goods the key chain vendor has to sell. Yata was a little pissed that he couldn't buy any goods with his face on them, but hearing that his character was pretty popular thus always sold out put him in a better mood. It seems that the vendor is selling boxes of chibi figurines, too. They even have ones of Yata and Kida! But... ]

Hey, can ya tell me what's inside before I buy these things?

[ He doesn't want to go home and find out he bought a Fushimi one by mistake. ]

[mellowyellow]

[That's about when Masaomi's hand darts out from beneath the table and grabs hold of Yata's leg. Hastily, he brings his pointer finger to his lips. Please don't scream, dude. It'll only encourage the fujoshi horde.]

How 'bout investing in something life-sized instead? No assembly required, and I promise, what you see is what you get.

[He pauses just a second to take a deep breath before his wannabe sales pitch devolves into a desperate whisper.]

I was just pinged on the yaoi fangirl radar.

[rollin]

[ Yata nearly yelps because this is horror movie material. Almost gave him a heart attack there. But everything is too fast and too sudden, so he's finding this situation disorienting. ]

What the fuck are you—

[ Then Yata hears all the high-pitched fujoshi babble from afar. Kida's name is definitely being thrown around in there, so Yata crouches to whisper back, ]

Aight, I getcha, but what's in it for me?

[mellowyellow]

[Once Yata is crouching, Masaomi leans in close to emphasize just how much power he has in this seemingly hopeless situation.]

What's in it for you is that I won't confess my love for you at the top of my lungs before bolting. [He'll do it too. That piercing glint in his eye says he's treating this situation with all the seriousness of a gang fight.] You gotta believe I'm not the kinda guy who usually throws strangers to the wolves, but I know a fujoshi, you get me?

[Well, that... and he's broke.]

[rollin]

Was that a threat? You son of a... Look here! Do you even know who you're talkin' to!?

[ He's silenced by more fangirling in the distance. This time, it's about someone called "Saruhiko" and "his cute Misaki-chan". The face that Yata makes when the fujoshis talk about how the former should tie up the latter and keep him for himself is telling. ]

Gh...

[mellowyellow]

[Masaomi is silent for a moment, staring back at Yata like the guy has just grown a second nose. No, he doesn't know who he's talking to. Even if he had seen the guy before, he wouldn't remember his name. Why would he waste precious brain space on a guy's name? This is obvious stuff here, come on.

Then Yata is the one making a face. The nearby giggles are more than just telling, they're pretty damn funny. At least they are now that they're not talking about him anymore. He cracks a lopsided, little smirk.]

I'm gonna take a wild guess and say I'm talking to "Misaki-chan."

[rollin]

Don't call me that!

[ Cue some serious collar grabbing action. He really isn't helping the anti-fujoshi atmosphere they're trying (and failing) to create here. At least he's wearing his best thug face? No, that's not helping, either... ]

I'm Yata. You wanna live? You're gonna stick with me and do what I say. Got that, blondie?

[mellowyellow]

[Masaomi only makes it worse by continuing to grin like the shameless punk he is. Now, this is a situation that takes him back. Hearing a threat like that actually puts him at ease. Better some wannabe thug than a horde of fangirls who want to discuss the ins and outs of him fucking a dude.]

It's Masaomi. Kida Masaomi.

[Which, incidentally, means "righteous vassal." Maybe he'd make for an obedient lackey after all.]

Now that we've got introductions outta the way...

[Masaomi removes the tabby cat ears from his own head and plants them on Yata's.]

How 'bout that great escape, leader?

[Or not.]

[rollin]

[ If these cat ears were the kind that moved according to your brainwaves, Yata's would stand up in anger. This kid's got a lot of nerve! Yata raises his fist, but as the giggles of the fangirls grow louder, he decides that there's a time and place for everything. ]

This way.

[ Like the cat Masaomi's made him to be, Yata starts crawling under the tables, quickly passing through the stalls and jostling their wares up on occasion. He doesn't have a concrete plan, but he knows that they have to start moving.

At the end of the aisle, he suddenly stops and sees a couple of mascots hanging out near a sponsored booth. ... Hmm... ]

[mellowyellow]

[Masaomi silently snerks at the stiff rage expressed by the cat ear headband. Silently, because he can hear those giggles getting louder too. As much as he enjoys pissing off anyone who decides to give him orders, he really doesn't want those fujoshi to catch up to him. He'll play along for now.

He follows Yata through the maze of table legs and tennis shoes until the other boy stops in front of him, giving him a lovely view of ass.]

Hey, what's the hold up? [He protests in a low voice, peeking around Yata's backside to try and see what's caught his leader's attention.] I've got other things I'd rather look at, you know.

[rollin]

[ Masaomi can't see it, but the smirk Yata is wearing would tell him the guy is up to no good. It shouldn't be a surprise to anyone. ]

I got a plan. C'mon!

[ He crawls out of the stall and gets back on his feet, his body turned slightly away from the booth he's eyeing to make himself look natural. When Kida stands up, Yata speaks up. ]

You see those guys? Hello Kitty and her sidekick. [ That's Keropi, Yata. ]

[mellowyellow]

[Oh, he sees them. He sees a pair of ridiculous, pink bow-clad mascots mulling around a booth, and he can't decide whether he wants to have Yata's baby or wants to strangle him right there in the middle of the convention.]

Damn, you don't do anything halfway, do you? Are you suggesting we beat up some cartoons and steal their costumes?

[Despite his semi-sarcastic questions, Masaomi doesn't actually look opposed to this. He leans forward, wasting no time trying to disguise his interest in the mascot suits' make up.]

[rollin]

[ He grabs Masaomi and slings an arm around his shoulders to keep him from looking suspicious, even if they look twice as suspicious now that they're huddling together and speaking in low voices while one of them is still wearing cat ears. ]

No, dumbass! I'm sayin' we beat up other cartoons and steal their costumes! Those are too far from the bathroom.

[ And Masaomi's apparent reluctance is pissing Yata off because he is one hundred percent behind this plan. ]

[mellowyellow]

[Oh, so proximity to the bathroom is the deciding factor! Not the choice of costume nor the method of retrieving it. This guy's pretty funny. Masaomi snickers into their newly formed huddle before reaching up to pat Yata's head between his cat ears.]

Good. Now I don't hafta tell you you're stuck with the pussy.

I think I saw some Pokemon near the entrance, and I know there was at least one Mokona around here somewhere....

[rollin]

[ Yata blushes furiously and shakes his fist because that's lewd! That is very lewd and Masaomi should be ashamed of himself. ]

Don't say that! [ He also swats Masaomi's hand away. ] And don't pat me. Aight, keep your eyes peeled for Pikachu and friends, but if we find the Mokonas first, I'm taking the one with the red thingy.

[ But the same gaggle of fangirls they heard a while ago are coming this way, so he shoves Masaomi away from relative harm and starts walking quickly. To the entrance! ]

[mellowyellow]

[The moment Yata's face burns red, he's officially condemned himself to an endless teasing torture. Even as Yata slaps Masaomi's hand away, even when Yata shoves him aside, he can't hold back his twisted grin.

Helloooo, new best friend!]

Deal.

[He drops his hands into his pockets and follows Yata at a less suspicious distance than their suggestive huddle. At this point, he wouldn't even mind if he ended up as a giant jigglypuff. He'd find a way to embarrass Yata nonetheless.]

[twofold]

[ He’s clearly crying. That’s okay. Nishiki - everyone’s favourite Reassurance Ninja - is on the job! Without a single noise made, she ends up neatly beside him, looking like the cosplay paradigm and a kind smile to punctuate. ]

Are you alright?

[ Nishiki has elected, for the time being, to treat everyone she comes across as if they’re guests of the Kumou Shrine.

That includes this bleached weirdo. ]

[mellowyellow]

[Masaomi hardly even registers Nishiki's glamorous simplicity. Here is a gorgeous girl wearing a two-faced fashion statement coming right up to him, looking for his attention, and all he can see is a hairy guy in a girl's uniform. The tears don't stop. He doesn't even look directly at her. He can't.]

Just... Gimme a minute. Or an hour.

[He desperately fights against a sniffle, and it leaves his voice a wet and whiny mess.]

Or a blindfold.

[twofold]

[ Kida Masaomi, you useless heterosexual. Get your shit together.

I mean! Nishiki is calm, polite and quiet. Regarding this woe begotten stranger with concerned eyes, albeit mismatched, she reaches into her sleeve and tugs out a length of silk. ]

Here, sir.

[ Palms up, both hands are extended outward toward him. She bows her head over the blindfold as it lays across her hands, silk ends falling just beyond. ]

[mellowyellow]

[It takes thirteen volumes for him to even begin to get his shit together. It ain't gonna happen today.

When Nishiki holds out a strip of silk to be used as an actual blindfold, however, it at least interrupts Masaomi's self-pity spree long enough for him to peek through his fingers at her offering. A blindfold. She is giving him the blindfold he asked for as a depressing joke about the state of cosplay.

This girl is a true hero.

He grabs for the silk and wraps it around his own head, hiding moist eyes behind several layers of loose fabric. He can't see a damn thing, but right now, that's a blessing. Nishiki's voice alone is alluring enough to sooth his manly sorrow.]

You give me hope for the future of men's fantasies all across the world.

[twofold]

[ Yeah, Nishiki has no idea what any of that means. Her head inclines regardless, dipping respectfully. ]

I am glad to be of service.

[mellowyellow]

[Her polite bow is lost on him, but he grins nonetheless.]

Wanna show me around then?

[The irony is not lost on him at all.]

[twofold]

...

[ Can you hear the ellipses, Kida Masaomi? Nishiki is caught off guard, mouth falling open in a brief gape. When she remembers herself, a gentle smile crosses that same expression; a light, happy smile that reaches her eyes.

Tentatively, her fingers touch his wrist, gauging the warmth of him and whether he’ll allow it. If he brooks no argument, physical or otherwise, she’ll lace her hand through his. It’s for ease of the tour, little else.

(Despite that conviction, she rather hopes Soramaru-sama doesn’t see.) ]

I would be honoured.

[ Nishiki, that means far less when you’re already holding his hand. ]

Would you prefer to go left, right, or up the stairs?

[mellowyellow]

[Her fingers and his entwine. Masaomi does more than just brook no argument; he squeezes her hand with energetic encouragement. First girl he talks to, and she immediately moves to hold his hand. His is a freakin' Adonis in this place.

Nishiki won't be able to see the way his eyes light up, but there's no way she can miss that million dollar smile.]

Let's get some practice in before we go straight to something as dangerous as stair climbing. How 'bout we check out the lovely left!