Ugh. It's a harmless approach, but Chara rolls their eyes anyway, crossing their arms. Then they uncross them enough to call up the time on their MID, trying dimly to guess how long they've been there. Could they literally spend every session like this for the next few weeks? ... God, this hell will never end.

The screen winks back off, but Chara hesitates against recrossing their arms. Instead they activate the screen again, this time calling up the 'Games' directory. Could they...?