[ he has to restrain himself from rolling his eyes at the attendant's words - he wants to reply to her, but now probably isn't the time. they can talk when she's free.

he'll take the shotgun in hand, examining it before he lines up his shot. ]

So the objective of the game is to win a prize, correct? [ "that's right, bud. thought that was obvious." ] Fine then. We understand.

[ but before the attendant can stammer out a "wait, we?" steven is firing his shots. while he's certainly aimed at the target, the bullets don't actually hit - instead, the round is suspended in mid-air, seemingly stopped by an unseen force.

said force is his companion, focusing its telekinesis on the bullets. they stay still for a moment before changing trajectory upwards... and speeding towards the hardened tentacle holding mitsuru captive. the sheer force of the impact shatters it, and she's released - before she can fall to the ground, metagross' telekinesis will catch her and place her safely beside them and out of the booth's reach. ]

If you can change the rules at will, it's only fair for us to change how we play.

[ he'll lay the gun down on the counter, smiling politely as he takes a few steps backward. needless to say, the attendant does not look happy when he realizes that he's been cheated, spewing words about how that wasn't how it was supposed to work. those words go ignored in favour of looking to mitsuru. ]

...We may want to take our leave now.