"So…What do you two want to do today?" Mr. Kuwabara asked. It was one of those rare days that their mom went off for a day to herself, leaving Mr. Kuwabara to entertain the kids by himself.
"Can we go to the arcade today?" Kuwabara asked hopefully. Mrs. Kuwabara never took them to the arcade; if Kuwabara asked, she'd go on about how video games rotted a person's brain or something (which Kuwabara chose not to believe).
"Sure," Mr. Kuwabara said. "That sound good to you, Shizuru?"
Shizuru shrugged. "I don't care."
"Then let's go!" Mr. Kuwabara said. They left the house and followed Mr. Kuwabara down the sidewalk. Mr. Kuwabara insisted on holding their hands, despite Shizuru's protest that she was old enough not to need to hold his hand. Kuwabara couldn't understand why holding their dad's hand would bother her. After all, their dad was awesome. Why would anyone be embarrassed about him?
Shizuru gets weirder the older she is, Kuwabara decided.
"Here we are," their dad said when they made it to the arcade. He gave each of them a handful of coins. "Now this is all you get; spend it wisely."
Kuwabara eagerly rushed to his favorite game, only to find Urameshi already playing it. "This is my game!" Kuwabara said.
"You don't own it," Urameshi said, not looking away from the screen.
"Well," Kuwabara sputtered, having no comeback. "When you die, it's my turn."
Urameshi smirked. "Sure."
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