Video Games - Snuggle!Meme Request for kings_boy11
"No! Damnit, no!" James' body tilted to the left, the controller in his hand, as though his tilting would somehow effect the vehicle on the screen.
"I'm totally beating you, Brownie," Ryan retorted, composed and calm, especially in comparison with James' erratic behavior. To say he got 'into' video games was a little bit of an understatement.
"This is -- No! That's unfair!" The little cart fell into a hole. "What?! Oh, c'mon! I totally cleared that jump!"
"I'm winning, I'm winning!"
The race ended, James slumped on the couch, looking entirely defeated. He lost. To a kid. In a video game he'd been playing for years. His arms went lethargic at his sides, the controller barely hanging onto his finger.
"I don't believe it. I lost." He looked over at Ryan, who was doing a little victory dance. Making a face, James got up from the couch and walked into the kitchen, then returned with his hands behind his back. "Yeah. Keep gloating, D. Keep gloating. See if I care. Just because you won Ghost Valley--"
"Ghost Valleys one, two, and three!" James dead-panned.
"-- Just because you won Ghost Valley doesn't mean you're coming out of his alive!" James suddenly revealed his hands, each of which were holding a canister of whipped cream. Ryan's eyes widened, but it was too late. James had already hopped over the back of the couch and started spraying the small child with both of them, the white foam going everywhere. He didn't really care about the carpets or the couch; he could always get them cleaned.
After the canisters were empty, James plopped down on the couch, right into the large pile of whipped cream that had accumulated. He looked over at Ryan, who now resembled a melting Abominable Snow Man. With a playful grin, he held out his hand for a low-five, and when Ryan went to give it to him, despite his pouting, James tugged him in for a one-armed hug.
He tossed him a controller.
"Rainbow Road. Get ready to be owned."
"I'm totally beating you, Brownie," Ryan retorted, composed and calm, especially in comparison with James' erratic behavior. To say he got 'into' video games was a little bit of an understatement.
"This is -- No! That's unfair!" The little cart fell into a hole. "What?! Oh, c'mon! I totally cleared that jump!"
"I'm winning, I'm winning!"
The race ended, James slumped on the couch, looking entirely defeated. He lost. To a kid. In a video game he'd been playing for years. His arms went lethargic at his sides, the controller barely hanging onto his finger.
"I don't believe it. I lost." He looked over at Ryan, who was doing a little victory dance. Making a face, James got up from the couch and walked into the kitchen, then returned with his hands behind his back. "Yeah. Keep gloating, D. Keep gloating. See if I care. Just because you won Ghost Valley--"
"Ghost Valleys one, two, and three!" James dead-panned.
"-- Just because you won Ghost Valley doesn't mean you're coming out of his alive!" James suddenly revealed his hands, each of which were holding a canister of whipped cream. Ryan's eyes widened, but it was too late. James had already hopped over the back of the couch and started spraying the small child with both of them, the white foam going everywhere. He didn't really care about the carpets or the couch; he could always get them cleaned.
After the canisters were empty, James plopped down on the couch, right into the large pile of whipped cream that had accumulated. He looked over at Ryan, who now resembled a melting Abominable Snow Man. With a playful grin, he held out his hand for a low-five, and when Ryan went to give it to him, despite his pouting, James tugged him in for a one-armed hug.
He tossed him a controller.
"Rainbow Road. Get ready to be owned."