Drabble (Ficlet?) a Day #6
Link from lazulisong and I assume some people have seen this post on sex and flirting in Japan and it's really interesting. I think the most telling thing is that pretty much none of it really surprises me, but it does put a lot of light on certain things (like kissing or sex) in manga or jdramas.
Anyway, today's ficlet. Based on a prompt from measuringlife, though there's probably not as much Aiba as you were thinking. I just can't help making it more about Nino when it comes to gaming. XD Forgive any tense issues/run-ons. I shun proper grammar. Also, one of these days I'll actually write something that's under 400 words, really I will.
drabble/ficlet #06:
Jun doesn't very often play video games; he just isn't interested and doesn't really see the point. The only times he plays are when someone else brings a console and game to one of their shoots (the only time they were in one place long enough to make it worthwhile; the rest of the time it was just Nino with his DS, and he usually snarled and hissed and snatched it away if anyone dared breathe on it if he wasn't there to directly supervise, which was sometimes reason enough to poke at it, but that wasn't about playing a video game at all, really) and someone directly shoved a controller into his hands.
He hadn't thought Aiba the type to have a PlayStation, much less bring one to work and make him play, but Aiba has been spending too much time with Nino, who is apparently trying to groom him into a gaming friend. (Which is fun to watch because Aiba has no otaku leanings whatsoever, so Nino tends to get really frustrated when Aiba can't really tell the difference between Dragon Quest and Dragonball. Jun has gotten quite a lot of entertainment out of watching that particular discussion more than once.)
But somehow he's found himself here, sitting in front of the television and--so he tells himself--half-heartedly playing some game that has somehow shown up and stuck itself into the console. It's almost kind of soothing rolling the giant ball of stuff around the screen and trying to clear each level.
"What are you playing?" a voice suddenly asks from behind him, but Jun doesn't turn around to look at Nino, despite that he was pretty sure Nino was still supposed to be somewhere across the building in wardrobe or makeup and not hovering over his shoulder to watch the screen carefully. (Sometimes he thinks Nino can just sense when someone else is playing a game and can't help drifting towards them.)
He half-shrugs, directing the little sprite on the screen down a new pathway and rolling up a few small cars and a parking meter into his giant ball of stuff. "Don't know."
It's almost possible to hear the scrunch-face that Nino makes at him and Jun tries not to smile, but he thinks he might have failed a little when Nino mutters, "How can you not know the game? It's really obvious, you know."
"Then why did you ask?"
Nino mutters under his breath and Jun is careful not to smile again as Nino plunks himself down onto the sofa next to him. "There are a lot of better games than this, you should try playing one of those instead."
"No one is making you play," Jun says serenely, but switches it over to multi-player anyway and doesn't say anything when Nino picks up the other controller.
Jun doesn't very often play video games, but there are certain ones that he's just better at than Nino (no matter how much Nino shrieks that it's just beginner's luck and he demands a rematch three times in a row, which Jun only agrees to because it gets funnier each time) and, as Nino curls up into the sofa as he glares intensely at the screen with his hands sharpening into claws around the control, as Jun continues to beat him at the game, well, sometimes he sees how they can be fun.
Anyway, today's ficlet. Based on a prompt from measuringlife, though there's probably not as much Aiba as you were thinking. I just can't help making it more about Nino when it comes to gaming. XD Forgive any tense issues/run-ons. I shun proper grammar. Also, one of these days I'll actually write something that's under 400 words, really I will.
drabble/ficlet #06:
Jun doesn't very often play video games; he just isn't interested and doesn't really see the point. The only times he plays are when someone else brings a console and game to one of their shoots (the only time they were in one place long enough to make it worthwhile; the rest of the time it was just Nino with his DS, and he usually snarled and hissed and snatched it away if anyone dared breathe on it if he wasn't there to directly supervise, which was sometimes reason enough to poke at it, but that wasn't about playing a video game at all, really) and someone directly shoved a controller into his hands.
He hadn't thought Aiba the type to have a PlayStation, much less bring one to work and make him play, but Aiba has been spending too much time with Nino, who is apparently trying to groom him into a gaming friend. (Which is fun to watch because Aiba has no otaku leanings whatsoever, so Nino tends to get really frustrated when Aiba can't really tell the difference between Dragon Quest and Dragonball. Jun has gotten quite a lot of entertainment out of watching that particular discussion more than once.)
But somehow he's found himself here, sitting in front of the television and--so he tells himself--half-heartedly playing some game that has somehow shown up and stuck itself into the console. It's almost kind of soothing rolling the giant ball of stuff around the screen and trying to clear each level.
"What are you playing?" a voice suddenly asks from behind him, but Jun doesn't turn around to look at Nino, despite that he was pretty sure Nino was still supposed to be somewhere across the building in wardrobe or makeup and not hovering over his shoulder to watch the screen carefully. (Sometimes he thinks Nino can just sense when someone else is playing a game and can't help drifting towards them.)
He half-shrugs, directing the little sprite on the screen down a new pathway and rolling up a few small cars and a parking meter into his giant ball of stuff. "Don't know."
It's almost possible to hear the scrunch-face that Nino makes at him and Jun tries not to smile, but he thinks he might have failed a little when Nino mutters, "How can you not know the game? It's really obvious, you know."
"Then why did you ask?"
Nino mutters under his breath and Jun is careful not to smile again as Nino plunks himself down onto the sofa next to him. "There are a lot of better games than this, you should try playing one of those instead."
"No one is making you play," Jun says serenely, but switches it over to multi-player anyway and doesn't say anything when Nino picks up the other controller.
Jun doesn't very often play video games, but there are certain ones that he's just better at than Nino (no matter how much Nino shrieks that it's just beginner's luck and he demands a rematch three times in a row, which Jun only agrees to because it gets funnier each time) and, as Nino curls up into the sofa as he glares intensely at the screen with his hands sharpening into claws around the control, as Jun continues to beat him at the game, well, sometimes he sees how they can be fun.