harrow.

[enfangs]

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[bonetiddies]

Stop!

[She stops huffing angrily and instead will try to grab his arm - though she has zero muscles, so it won't do shit.]

What a pointless thing, to hurt your hand!

[enfangs]

[well, he's not interested in fighting against her, so he'll stop once she grabs him.]

But it's picking a fight with me, Harrooooow...

[bonetiddies]

No it isn't, imbecile. It's an inanimate wall. What's gotten into you?

[enfangs]

I-I'm not an imbecile!

[and then he starts

tearing up

i'm sorry harrow doesn't deserve to deal with this]

[bonetiddies]

[Oh. My god. His eyes. . . are leaking. What if she just left right now. What if she just walked away and left.

She folds her arms around herself, obviously uncomfortable, but letting him go.]

. . . Was I harsh? I only didn't want to watch you hurt yourself.

[enfangs]

[he perks up.]

Wow, people never say stuff like that to me... Thanks, H'row. [he tries to pat her shoulder and completely misses and just pats air instead.] You're cool, you know that?

[bonetiddies]

[This is so much. She probably ducks away from the shoulder pat.]

You. . . are inebriated. Let's. . .

[Oh. She was going to say get you to bed, but. Something occurs to her.]

Let's have a rematch of the game.

[enfangs]

[harrow...]

Game? Gaaaaame...? [the proverbial lightbulb goes off.] Oh, you mean the video game! Yeaaaah, sure!

[bonetiddies]

[Good. Leading him in that direction, then. She's. . . she's been practicing at it, too.]

[enfangs]

[he follows, though he probably trips over his own feet at some point oops.]

[bonetiddies]

[She doesn't really try to help him walk. Sorry you fucked up.]

[enfangs]

[thanks harrow you're a pal

once he's back on his feet (after an attempt or two), he........ heads in the direction of the arcade games instead of the entertainment cabinet.]

Which one was it...?

[bonetiddies]

[She's immediately getting out the fighting game and loading it. She knows exactly which one it is.]

Are you prepared to lose, White?

[enfangs]

Ohhhh, you got it!

[he walks on over, squinting for a bit before he grabs a controller and flops into a beanbag chair.]

No, 'cause I'm not going to!

[bonetiddies]

[The thing is, she really actually has been practicing doing better at video games.]

Yes, go ahead and brag all you want. That will make it more satisfying.

[enfangs]

[i'm proud of harrow but also please do not get addicted to video games. white is also holding his controller upside-down so he is absolutely doomed to lose no matter what.]

Hey, I welcome a fair sight.

[bonetiddies]

[He's so doomed. Anyway, she picks her buff fighter lady again, and gets ready to kick his drunk ass.]

[enfangs]

[y... yea... he is absolutely getting his ass kicked]

W-Wha...?

[bonetiddies]

[She's been practicing! She's wiping the floor with him. Partially because of the practice, partially because this is so unfair and he's drunk.]

[enfangs]

[it's fine all's fair in love and war]

No...! Damn, you've gotten better... I can still turn this around!

[he really cannot but he is drunkenly doing his best]

[bonetiddies]

Wrong. You're finished, White. Let this be a lesson of what happens when you cross me.

[enfangs]

[HARROW,

he slams down his still upside-down controller once he loses.]

Ergh... I'll get you next time!