𝘼𝙐𝙎𝙏𝙄𝙉 𝙃𝘼𝘿 𝙂𝙍𝙊𝙒𝙉 𝙐𝙋 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝙑𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙊 𝙂𝘼𝙈𝙀𝙎. a super nintendo paddle seemed glued to his hands at most times, unless of course the family was in the for a long car ride. that was when he'd play on his trusty game boy by the tragically dim glow of the occasional passing street light. part of those games was what had developed the competitive streak in him. he remembered late nights where he and his brother brent would spend hours back and forth trying to beat each other's top scores. one more round, one more round, one more round, until FINALLY their mother would force them into bed - and once or twice they'd snuck back downstairs. it was a hobby that he cherished, that he was passionate about, and one that he would admit he could be a sore loser about.
hence the small pout of his lips set firmly on his face as thea's character KO'd his for the second time.
"you're only saying that because you WON. you're inherently bias," he jokingly shot back before the edge of his mouth curled up into a slight smile. "but I'll admit you have one HELL of a combo move-set for this game. how long you been practicing that one?"
@mvneca said, “ honey, it’s not that bad. ”
