( The jukebox had been charming at first, if repetitive — at least the repetitiveness of it, she thought, lent itself to learning the songs coming out of its speakers.

One song in particular has caught her attention with its catchyness, and she's happy enough to sing along with it, her body bouncing with the beat — until the verse changes to something new the dear's overheard, and Arashi stumbles over her own words before she catches herself.

It just... keeps going on, and it just gets louder if she tries to turn it off, so in the end: she finds out how to switch it to karaoke and just tries to match her own song to all the sudden changes and instruments. Arashi Does Her Best, Okay.

Eventually though, she's going to slump back in a seat with a sigh, fanning herself. )

My my my... No wonder people think robots'll take over the world - they're just built to last, aren't they? My poor throat's gotten all sore... ( ...Hey— ) Mind getting me a drink? ♪

( You know,

she didn't think about it before, but there really is something extremely off-putting about seeing a school that's a lot like her school, but it like, is definitely different at the same time. The gachapon machines are addicting and distracting enough though, and she'll be playing them until she gets the ones she's looking for... AKA, the cutest ones! AKA: Love Balls.

By the time she's Done with the gachapon machines, she... has only three Love Balls to her name, and a lot of pretty much every other type, which can only mean one thing:

Arashi clears off the jewelry store's counter and sets up a trading booth. )

Hiiii~! ( to whomever might've just come around, ) If you don't get what you want, I miiight be willing to trade. It just totally depends on what you get!