True enough, giant letters spelling out SAYORI WINSВ soon filled up the screen, showing that she'd managed to land a score that exceeded his by a mere 200 points. He opened his eyes again, watching the flashing numbers on the screen as the game calculated their individual results.

Not long after, he felt the presence of his opponent settling herself next to him. With an exhausted moan, MC walked backwards, collapsing into the soft couch behind him, and closed his eyes with a sigh. Just as he started getting into the flow of NICE's however, the song ended. Ignoring the pain, he placed his aching foot down again, halfheartedly attempting to get back into the rhythm and save his score. Immediately, his part of the screen was flooded with red flashes of words that devolved from TRY AGAINВ and BAD,В to TERRIBLE, AWFULВ and ARE YOU EVEN TRYING?!В as he continued missing the rapidfire button prompts. Yelling out, he instinctively retracted his injured leg, raising it high away from whatever had attacked him. Just then, as he moved his leg towards the left side of the trackpad, a hard, painful impact collided against his foot. Smirking to himself, MC continued his efforts with renewed vigor, managing to score GREAT's with far more consistency, and even a few PERFECT's. The rows of NICE's were about the same as his, with the notable inclusion of a few red NICE TRY's sprinkled throughout the positive reinforcements, indicating a few missteps in her performance. A lotВ better.ДЄgainst his better judgment, he shot a brief glance to the left side of the screen, checking how his opponent was doing. Rows of yellow NICEВ words flashed upon the screen, informing him that he at the very least was hitting all the right spots, although the scarcity of the esteemed GREATВ words told him that he could be doing better. Nevertheless, he squinted his eyes in concentration, tracking the falling arrows on the screen and shuffled his feet towards the indicated points on the trackpad below him, intent on seeing this through to the end. It felt like he'd been dancing for an hour straight. Just how long is this song?!В He thought, frustrated. This wasn't going very well for him at all. MC released a groan at the 'encouragement' from the electronic voice on the TV, accompanied by the maddening synthesized music.

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