andromaquynh - game
hey nonny! sorry this is a little late, and also more than three sentences, but i get the sense that maybe this isn’t one of those situations where less is more? idk you decide...
“Is this just a game to you?” Andy demands, glaring at the woman she has considered her entire world for the past few millennia and who she is very seriously considering shooting right here and now just to get it over with.
“Of course not, Andromache, I think you’ll find I’m taking things very seriously, which is why I haven’t killed you, yet.”
A very exasperated sigh from the comm in Andy’s ear interrupts her before she has a chance to say anything more to Quỳnh.
“Guys,” Nile says through the comms, “it’s paintball, which I feel like I shouldn’t have to specify is literally a game. But also our game ended like five minutes ago. Joe got Booker in like, the first three minutes and Nicky shot both of you five minutes ago, I don’t know how you two didn’t notice- I’m not sure if that’s more of a testament to Nicky’s sniper skills or your abilities to have such a heated stand off that you don’t notice getting shot.”
“Oops,” Andy offers with a sheepish shrug she knows Nile can’t see, it’s worth it though, for the way Quỳnh has to stifle her laughter with the back of her hand.
“Wait a second,” Quỳnh interjects after a moment, “Joe's on my team, and you didn’t mention him being out of the game, so we still have a chance, no?”
“Ah, yeah-” Nile pauses to clear her throat, in a way that Andy would definitely consider rather pointed- “...no. He kinda surrendered? Deflected?”
“Sorry, Q,” Joe’s voice says through the comms, sounding not even the least bit sorry, “Nicky and Nile just make a very formidable team, I simply stood no chance. Plus, I can think of far more interesting things for Nicolò and I to do that involves paint-”
“Okay!” Nile exclaims loudly, “I think that’s enough paintball for today. How about we head back? Nicky promised me victory gelato.”
