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 Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2016 10:29 pm
"Could throw in a promise of bangin' f'it matters." She shrugged. "F'not s'cool I'd probably wipe the floor with you anyways."
An invite was an invite nonetheless.
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2016 6:27 am
Shun's fingers twitched slightly at the second comment, "Do you think it is really that easy to bait me? How about this... if you can think of one valid way playing that game could be useful, then perhaps."
Never not training.
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2016 5:51 pm
Now that was an opportunity Chel could take up.
"Aimin' practice with the lil shells, keepin' a level head an' not gettin' angry-" She gave him a pointed look. He'd been more than a little pissy in a lot of situations involving her. "-Hand/eye coordination ..."
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2016 5:54 pm
The detective folded his arms over his chest, listening to her.
"Aiming with a controller would not be much practice for real life situations. But I suppose the other two answers are valid enough."
He didn't sound completely convinced though. It still seemed more like a waste of time.
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2016 5:57 pm
Chel gave a tiny, lazy fistpump and a somewhat listless, "Whoo."
She turned and sauntered towards the door, eating her cereal all the while. "How's yer day been otherwise?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2016 6:05 pm
Shun just grunted at that question as he stepped on inside. As with last time, he gave a quick glance around to see what was there and whatnot. It had been a little while since he was last in here, and he wasn't there for too long after all.
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2016 6:11 pm
"Good, good."
It was pretty much the same as it always had been, albeit a little nicer. Chris had made an attempt at cleaning last night. On the tv was a small, faded image of the race track with the words PAUSE across the center.
She put herself on the couch and then set her bowl somewhere near her feet. Now that she was safely inside the apartment, the shirt came off and she resumed how she'd been in her dormant state before. "Hold on 'cause I gotta restart it." She was using a purple-blueish controller and gestured to a grey one that sat near the tv. He'd have to plug it in to play.
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2016 6:52 pm
Shun stood by as Chel went to mess with the game settings and whatnot. He tilted his head as he watched the screen for a moment, then glanced down at the free controller. Going ahead, he went to pick it up, then plug it into the console. From there, he took a few steps back, looking over the controller as he waited.
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2016 8:33 pm
"Couch's open man," she said, looking at him expectantly.
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2016 8:34 pm
Shun seemed to be content with standing for now. He just dismissed her comment, "Well?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2016 8:36 pm
"Yer butt made of glass or somethin'? I don't think I ever seen you sit down."
She sighed and turned back to the tv. At least he wasn't trying to hurl her off her own couch or something. Chris' couch, that is. Chel owned her clothes and toothbrush and that was about it.
The character select screen arose and she went for donkey kong, like always.
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2016 8:40 pm
"You have, and you know it," he retorted.
Once at the character select, he looked at his options, then stared down at the wonky-a**-n64-controller. A quick sideglance towards Chel was all he needed to know how the hell he was supposed to hold the three-pronged thing.
Who the hell designed this?
He went on and picked Bowser. Mostly because his cursor happened to be on that character anyway.
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2016 8:44 pm
The secret was thus: nobody knew how to correctly wield these ******** tridents from hell. You could only do what you could and hope for the best.
"Your pick, glassbutt," she said. Across the screen were the four cups; mushroom, flower, star and special.
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2016 8:51 pm
A pillow on the couch lifted up and flew at Chel's face for that nickname.
Shun then stared at the screen, and picked one at random.
"Star."
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chiickadee rolled 1 8-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-8)
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2016 8:55 pm
Chel snickered and tucked the pillow under her arm. Chris had thrown many pillows in their lifetime; one more wouldn't phase her.
She did so and the race began.
Chel had a bad bought of luck; first someone knocked her off the edge, then she hit a shitton of shells all in a row. She wasn't in last, thankfully, but she also wasn't even close to first.
If she cared she didn't show it; she'd played this game so many times that she'd come in all places at some point or another.
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