RiffRaft

“Twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight…” Early morning had always been his favorite, when the arcade was still closed and few characters wandered the streets outside. When there were no enemies to kill, nothing to fix, and he could just lie there without worry of being interrupted. When the light from the player’s sun hit the screen of his game at just the right angle that everything seemed to glow, including the face he’d been staring at for the last half hour. “Twenty-nine, thirty, thirty-one…” Felix loved early mornings for many different reasons, but his favorite was that he was always