The arcade hummed back to life. And somewhere, a plush starfish with googly eyes waited for its next chance.
Zoey snorted at the last one. Kael was forty, grumpy, and had a cybernetic arm that sparked when he was annoyed. He was also the only person in the sector who could fix the arcade’s broken dimensional shifter, which was currently leaking purple fog into the prize counter. zoey luna bbybratzo
Donations flooded in. $5 – Win it, Brat. $20 – Break the glass. $50 – Kiss Kael on the mouth. The arcade hummed back to life
“Calm down, babies,” Zoey said, grinning. “I meant to do that.” ” Zoey said
“Chat, watch this,” she whispered into her headset mic. “This machine owes me rent.”