Disclaimer: Don't own them. Not making any money off of this crap either.
Author's Note: Spot. Race. Pac Man. Sprace! Actually, this is a mere attempt to beat writer's block. Constructive criticism is welcomed.
"Race..."
"Hmph."
"Race!" The boy calling Race's name poked him with the tip of his can.
"Spot... Shut. Up. I have the high score. Stop buggin' me." Race's eyes had glazed over since he was staring at the screen so long. He didn't even notice Spot's cane slowly moving towards the control pad to push it out of his hands.
"You haven't been playing this all day again, have you?" He successfully managed to push the control pad completely out of Racetrack's hand. Spot tried holding back a laugh when he saw the reaction on Race's face as the words "Game Over" started blinking on the screen.
"Why do you carry that stupid thing with you, anyway?" The Italian was near close to pouting, and Spot was enjoying every minute of it.
"Why do you have to play that stupid game every chance you get?"
"Why are you so infuriating?" Race bit back a smile.
"Infuriating? I'm not infuriating. I just like bugging you." He knew Racetrack couldn't stay mad at him forever. It was only Pac Man and it's not like he never had the high score before.
Race sighed. "High score, Spot. I had the friggin' high score!"
"Aw shut up, Race!" Spot silenced the other boy with a kiss. The words on the screen were still flashing "Game Over." But for Spot, the game had just begun.