prompt: gaming/watching a movie

"Kibaaa," whined Ino.

"Hm?" he answered absently, tapping the buttons of the controller in his hands furiously. "Fucker," he muttered under his breath.

"Ne, Kibaaa," she tried again, seeing that he was totally invested in the game he was playing.

"Wha- AW, YOU BASTARD! DIE!"

Ino huffed, then turned onto her stomach and propped herself up on her elbows to look at the TV screen. Kiba was right next to her, sitting cross-legged on the floor going into his second hour of gaming. She dropped her chin into her open palm and dove her other hand into his hair. Kiba started slightly, not expecting the sudden contact, then relaxed into her hand as she massaged his scalp with her nimble fingers.

She did this for a few minutes before growing bored. She stopped then laid her head next to Kiba.

"Since you're going to ignore me all day, can I play?"

It seemed like what she had said was enough for him to finally pause and give her his undivided attention.

"You want to play?" he narrowed his eyes suspiciously at her.

Ino frowned slightly, "did I stutter?"

She stood up and paced towards the TV to grab the spare controller by the PS3, she turned it on and sat herself down right next to Kiba, knees touching.

Kiba finally stopped staring at her after she assumed her position and spoke to her.

"B-but, you don't even know how to play!" he tried to reason.

"Whatever!" she waved her hand between them, "I've watched you play this way too much, it can't be too hard. Just tell me what I need to know."

"Ok, fine," he said and exited the mode he was playing. "I'm playing online, so the people we're up against are really good at this game, so don't hope for too much." He went to the player lobby and searched for a simple team deathmatch to join.

"Ok, so, you move forward with the left analog stick, and turn around with the right. You shoot with this button right here, and throw a grenade with this one. Aim down the sight with this, and change guns with triangle. Circle is crouching, X is to jump and square to respawn."

"What does that mean?"

Kiba sighed, "to live again after you've been killed."

"Ok, got it. Let's do this!"

Kiba smirked, the game configured and they started the game. Kiba had already gotten the first kill of the match when Ino spoke again.

"Ne, Kiba, what's a class? Do I just choose one?"

"Yeah, yeah, just choose SMG for now."

"Okay."

After a long moment of silence, Ino inhaled sharply.

"Wha- I- shit! Already killed!"

Kiba sniggered, much to her dismay, "told you it was hard."

Some time passed and Ino had been killed for the fifth time.

"WHAT THE FUCK?! HOW DID HE EVEN SEE ME FROM THAT FAR?! This isn't fair!" she shouted after seeing the way she was killed.

And much time passed in that fashion.

"SHIT."

"URGH, MOTHERFUCKER."

"Ino, calm dow-"

"You piece of shit, STOP KILLING ME."

"Oh! OH MY GOD! HA! Kiba! KIBA, I ACTUALLY KILLED HIM!" she was so overjoyed with her first kill that she got careless and got killed a few moments later. "BASTARD."

"Ino-"

"Oh, you little fuck."

"How did that even happen."

"This is bullshit."

The game had ended, her team actually winning the match despite her dismal performance. The score board had come up and she was at the bottom of her team with one kill and a whopping twenty four deaths.

Kiba sighed heavily beside her and then turned off the console. He planted a chaste kiss on her lip that was jutted out in annoyance, and smiled when a soft blush coloured her cheeks, "how about we watch a movie, yeah? Does that sound good?"

Ino huffed, her hair flying away from her face as she crossed her arms childishly and mumbled a small, "yes."

a/n: taken from ericandy's 30 day otp challenge on tumblr. i'm not doing them in chronological order, nor will i do them all in the span of 30 days. i don't think i can anyway XD

for anyone that's wondering, they were playing call of duty (black ops specifically)

enjoy!