This is one of my first fanfics, so I apologize in advance for the not so much with the good. I'm workin' on it. Promise.
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Games
There is a Playstation in the rec room of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. Even though the machine is relatively new, the wires are already hopelessly tangled and the console has started to eat the discs.
Back when the Playstation was not quite so old, Bobby and John would wake up early every Saturday morning to beat the younger children to the console. Most of the time it would be a battle to the death in the form of Tekken or Soul Calibur. The duo would swap arguments and junk food as they beat each other to a bloody, lifeless pulp. And whenever one of the boys won a round, they would loudly proclaim their superiority over the other in all earthly matters, in the great tradition of video game players everywhere.
Then, on one spectactularly sunny Saturday morning, Marie woke up early too. She didn't play with the boys, and found it amusing that they were so wrapped up in a game. John was uncharacteristically quiet. He kept out of the couple's conversation and concentrated on the battle at hand. Bobby was only half-paying attention to the screen, and kept getting knocked out as a result. In the middle of a grand argument with his beloved about the real cause of Professor X's baldness, Bobby put down his controller and made sweeping hand gestures to symbolize the fallout from a nuclear warhead. John continued furiously mashing the buttons on the controller long after Bobby was dead.
Pyro has found out that the Brotherhood of Mutants does not, in fact, have a Playstation. He won't admit it, but sometimes he would rather fight virtual battles than real ones.
Bobby still wakes up early every Saturday morning, half-expecting to get up and beat his best friend to smithereens. He tries to play a round with Marie occasionally, but it's not the same. Bobby likes to think that he's outgrown these childish games.
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