[In theory, Dimitri likes the idea of stall games. There seems to be a kind of relaxed cheer to it all, some sort of pleasant haze from the chatter and the smell of food and all the people, which makes the idea seem nice.]
[In practicality, when he crouches down in front of a little stall where you can scoop up the tiniest little magikarp in existence....]
[Well.]
[He keeps disintegrating the little paper "nets" almost instantly upon placing (read: smacking) them into the water.]
[The latest attempt has Dimitri make a small noise of despair, and he reaches up with his other hand to adjust the pissy Hawlucha child that is hanging from a baby harness Dimitri has wrapped around his chest. Garwlwyd had to be exhausted extensively by Windmill before being allowed to come to the festival, let alone be put into a white yukata with little delicate red square patterns on it, but, well, here he is.]
[Pissy and looking unimpressed by his trainer consistently failing at the magikarp game.]
Claude - Fishing Games
[In practicality, when he crouches down in front of a little stall where you can scoop up the tiniest little magikarp in existence....]
[Well.]
[He keeps disintegrating the little paper "nets" almost instantly upon placing (read: smacking) them into the water.]
[The latest attempt has Dimitri make a small noise of despair, and he reaches up with his other hand to adjust the pissy Hawlucha child that is hanging from a baby harness Dimitri has wrapped around his chest. Garwlwyd had to be exhausted extensively by Windmill before being allowed to come to the festival, let alone be put into a white yukata with little delicate red square patterns on it, but, well, here he is.]
[Pissy and looking unimpressed by his trainer consistently failing at the magikarp game.]
It is so terribly hard, Claude...