Radical

Anthony shakes his head and fixes a seat cushion so he can sit on it.

“Great, great. Do you wanna play some smash?” He asks and switches the TV to display his game console. 

“A while. I didn’t know what you were looking for when I sat over here because you were messing with the couch.” He stands and steps out of the shadow.

“Oh, that makes sense.” He goes to use the remote, then stops and looks at Anthony. “Wait, you weren’t watching this were you?”

Anthony picks up the remote from the floor near him and tosses it onto the couch. The object seemingly flies out of nowhere because Anthony is sitting on the floor in a particularly dark part of the living room. He doesn’t remember picking such a dark spot, but the shadows like to cling to him. “You didn’t see it over here?” he teases a little with his voice.

He flinches back as the remote sails over to the couch he just got done checking. "Uh, no?" He grabs the remote and sits down. "How long has this been near you?"