What you don't realize is that while you were away, chasing after that new cutie, the light rolled out from your pocket and past the next aisle. Standing there, by himself, is a big guy in coke bottle glasses, a scruffy second chin, and a XXXL Naruto tshirt which actually manages to look big on him. His long, flannel shorts dangle past his furry knees as he crouches where the light fell and groans to pick it up.
Before he could call after you, you were long gone. Adjusting his glasses, he inspects the light and included instructions. Snorting with skeptical amusement, he figures it's some sort gag gift from that one store in the mall. Setting it to inorganic, he aims a pink beam with mouth-made sound effects at a copy of Red Dead Redemption 2 and wears a look of amusement. The amusement soon flattens to shock as the art of Arthur Morgan turns to a no less steely-eyed blond woman with a silver pistol.
Pulling back, he sees none of the other other copies of the game have been changed and no one noticed what he has done. Trembling, he buries the light in his pocket, and just in time, as the original owner hustles in to look for his lost item. He snatches up the modified game, pays Ronald swiftly, and resolves to get out of Dodge. With an enigmatic grin, Ronald comments, "Enjoy responsibly."
Slipping into the retro arcade next to Infinite 1UPs, he lets out a deep breath. Not only is he glad to be out of there for reasons of the strange tool in his pocket but he also felt out of place in that store because it is always full of a vast majority of cute, vaguely approachable nerd girls who often distract him. Little does he know that if he stayed much longer and didn't pick up that light when he did, he might have joined them.
With the cascade of lights and music in the arcade, he feels more hidden. Squinting at the full, attached instructions, he feels like he needs to take notes. Experimentally, he sets it to normal and aims at a couple of guys gathered around the TMNT fighting game.
As he watches, a girl with a pretty face and feathery brown hair wearing a yellow top and jean skirt is now on the left, with a feisty redhead in a tank top and skintight jeans next to her, followed by a black girl with a rising plume of crinkly hair and a pert, cute butt, and last but not least, a blond with a frail bone structure which evokes a tiny bird or an ethereal elfin creature but with the most bust of any of them. Clicking the light off and stepping away, he casually watches the girls at play. They are way more intimidating than the girls at the store but no less dedicated to their game.
Stomach gurgling as his heart races, he decides to leave the mall. A quick trip on the bus later, and he's back in the neighborhood where he grew up and returned after college. Sprawled out on his bed, with his heart rate finally returning to normal, he wonders what would happen if he turned the beam on himself, either blue or....pink. He swallows hard.
He's an only child and since his parents left him the house when they moved to a beach bungalow in coastal Mexico, he's lived with his childhood best friend, Jake. Neither of them are the cleanest guys by themselves but they manage the house well enough, even though Jake teases he's the real housekeeper.
With the small but miraculous light in his hands, he feels torn between personal experimentation and using the light on Jake. If Jake or he had been a girl then they easily would've gotten married a decade ago. They just get along so naturally. But he doesn't want to mind warp his closest friend. Although, he could easily reset it with white light, if he makes a mistake.