So. I was having a bit of a problem writing for a while, so I forced Spazz Kadet to start giving me prompts, and I have five minutes to write for them. So, the drabbles were born. And these happened. Woo.
Right now she's throwing around a green ball she dubbed "The Mother Grub Egg" and whining that her possible boyfriend isn't online... And bitching at me because I'm on her laptop.
Disclaimer: Andrew Hussie.
Gameover! The screen read, and the teen holding the controller collapsed in sorrow, blue eyes staring at the screen in disbelief. He finally, with almost teary eyes, looked back to his friend sitting on the couch. "Yes… Dave…"
Dave, eyes shielded with a pair of aviator shades, shifted a little bit, obviously impressed he managed to tear his companion from the game. "Oh, nothing Egderp. I just was getting sick of that sound every time Pac-Man moved."
John's face grew downcast for a moment, moving over to lay his head on the cushions. "You… You asshole…" He looked up long enough to receive Dave's lips on his and he blushed. "… Never mind."