It's one of the worst carnival games known to man, the fucking cork gun games. Where the corks either hit too soft or the cans were weighted. "That one!" he said, pointing at the string of oversized Rookiedee's both shiny and not. "What do I do to win my sweetie that one, pops?" he asked, a boastful laugh erupting from him as he slaps tickets down. [break][break]

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"Three outta four of the top top cans." he said. There were little pyramids of canons stacked at different levels on the shelves. The bottom ones were bigger, easier to hit, and probably lighter. The ones at the top were much smaller and probably hiding something inside. [break][break]

He takes the gun, grinning. He's excited to play even if he knows how rigged this thing is. "Pick a color Onyx." he added as he closed an eye and put the butt of the little riffle in his shoulder.

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"Two? Isn't that a little greedy?" He asked as he leaned forward and propped his elbows on the counter, butt of the wooden rifle in the crook of his neck. He's given a handful little corks. More than enough to make the shots, if he wastes maybe a couple of them. [break][break]

But it's worth it for Onyx. Plus, be never liked leaving without some sort of memento from these places. Sure they were cheap, he could probably find it himself for cheaper, but where was the fun in that? [break][break]

"Let's try it then." He said grinning a little wider as he turned to look back at Onyx, noting a soft flushing of dark skin. Encouraged by this, he turns to begin shooting. As predicted the little corks go flying wildly. By the third shot, he's only managed to glance off a can and nudge it back, but as Andres loads his next shot he seems unfazed.


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He doesn't notice Onyx and his covert orders, too busy reloading the little corks into the gun and readjusting his aim. He closes one eye, pulling the toy rifle in tightly. POP! And off it goes flying, somehow hitting a bit high on the can but still enough to knock it over. "Yes!" he gives a little fist pump, proud of himself. [break][break]

His grin only broadens as Onyx leaned over. "Anything for Zia Jr." he said, turning to Onyx for a moment as he reached over for another cork to shoot off. Andres was pretty happy, all things considered. Almost like he didn't mind if the cans didn't fall off the first time. No, that'd be to easy. And wouldn't it be all the more impressive to win down to the wire? He fires again before adding, "What artery clogging treat do you like, by the way? Just. From the fair. In general?" he asked, making conversation as he moved to prep and fire a final shot, nonchalant about the whole affair.

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"We'll get some of that next, then," Andres said without room for question as played wit h the rifle. His last shot. He was getting excited now. Andres turns to Onyx one last time, "I've only eaten it plain." he added smiling as Onyx broke out into a laugh. [break][break]

"I dunno! I think Zia cuts the motherly figure." he said not really sure if he believed it or not. Chances were low but...he had to believe she cared for Onyx to some degree other than Food Person. And anyway, Ziadem probably could hunt her own sustenance. She was huge. [break][break]

He loads the very last cork and sneaks a peck to Onyx's cheek before lodging the rifle into his shoulder and planting his elbows on the counter. "For good luck~!" And he brings the toy gun in tight, one eye closing with concentration as he stared down the very last can. Dead center wouldn't do. It's already pushed far back enough. Top half, without missing. He breathes in like he'd been told to and pulls the trigger to send the little dud shot flying off.

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It's cute, in retrospect, how one tiny kiss could quiet Onyx so easily. It's...soft. It made him kinda mushy inside. Like his ears tickled or he wanted to rub his own cheeks, embarrassed he'd even done something like that without permission. But he could figure that out later. For now, he holds the rifle above his head triumphantly. [break][break]

"U-NO-VA! U-NO-VA!" he chants before setting the rifle down as a snorting booth man un clips a yellow giant bird sphere for Andres who them promptly hands it over to Onyx, smiling ear to ear. "Victory lap funnel caaaake!" he sang as he nodded his thanks at the carnival worker before leading away his date. "My money is on Zia can last a week with Jr." he added, playfully. Ideally Ziadem never destroyed it but it's also...low quality. And a little doofy.

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He doesn't notice Acrodo and so cannot reward him for his hard work. The clear out, cutting an easy path to the food trucks. The smell of grease and fried food fills the air. Andres quirks a smile, eyes turning towards the many signs and smells. "Well, if she does," [break][break]

He nudges Onyx, pointing at the laundry list menu for funnel cake toppings and fixings. "We can always come back for another one." He said, softly putting out the feelers for another date sometime later. "Call it, Ziadem the 3rd." He added as he let go of Onyx to fish out his wallet.



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