Floriano bounced happily through the crowds of people. The joyful lights spread a warm glow in the night, making him grin gladly. He reached the claw machine, sticking his nose to the cold glass and gazing longily in the piles of stuff just waiting to be picked out by lucky people.
He inserted his spare change and started maneuvering the claw over the prizes, keen on getting something. "C'mon, sweetheart, you can do it..." he murmured, more focused than ever on gaining his prize.