[Hm. His face frowns sourly, but the ring on his finger fades into a bit of telling yellow. He won't look at Senri, but instead tries to search the rest of the grounds for something maybe not so gentle and gay, but something not so wild.]
There.
[It's not a ride exactly. A small fun house, with the outside splattered with colorful neon, blacklit designs. It doesn't matter if Senri protests, the mistake is latching onto his arm, and he's already headed in that direction.
Absentmindedly, he offers out the tea to Senri in case Senri wants a drink.]
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There.
[It's not a ride exactly. A small fun house, with the outside splattered with colorful neon, blacklit designs. It doesn't matter if Senri protests, the mistake is latching onto his arm, and he's already headed in that direction.
Absentmindedly, he offers out the tea to Senri in case Senri wants a drink.]