"Love leads to courage"

Eddy was trying to take a day off from training. An uncharacteristic decision for him, maybe, but he had come to realize that he had lost some connection to a part of himself from before he had started his righteous crusade against Villainy and Vigilantism. Said part being his interest in games and arcades. It had been less than a year since he began his quest, yet such things already felt like a long-lost relic of his childhood. He insisted on being mature, but he was not unaware that such an attitude may be unhealthy. So instead of forcing himself to train and study, he was now forcing himself to have fun.

So far, he found that he was far too stubborn to force himself into such a frivolous activity. He found this small schism quite worrisome. That was how he found himself where he was, standing in the middle of an assortment of arcade cabinets, lit by their distracting, flashing lights, yet too preoccupied with worries of potential schizophrenia to take interest in any of them.

From behind opaque lenses, Edward stared vacantly into empty space. As his gears turned, only snapping out of it as a child nudged past the parka-clad lad. That was odd, and he recognized it as odd immediately. Most people, especially children avoided the admittedly sketchy-looking short figure hiding his face under a hood, scarf, and glasses. Something was going on. He quickly determined that the child was running toward something and not away from anything. Eager for something to distract himself from his current self-inflicted troubles, Eddy approached whatever it was that had everyone's attention.

It seemed to just be some winged girl rocking a dancing game. A respectable skill, to be sure, but not something to normally draw this much attention. It required a few moments of recollection and a little bit of eavesdropping for him to realize the nature of this crowding. This girl was a student at UA, a second-year that had competed in the Sports Festival. Edward had reviewed the Festivals, of course, and could recall that she had done well, but not much beyond that. He was less interested in the competitors when he watched and more interested in the different tactics they had employed.

This may actually be worthwhile, he figured as he crossed his arms and began waiting for her to finish with her game. He thought for a second to jump up onto the second dance board and try to strike up a conversation in that way, but that would have been silly. Plus he wasn't very good at these games anyways.