Rated T for some cursing. Nothin' major. This was just to jog my writing juices (or whatever you call it).

…..

I was pissed.

Anubis had been in the game room all day long, playing that insufferable Skyrim game.

What does that mean? It means he's been ignoring me, which I don't take kindly to.

I stormed into his stupid game room. "Anubis!" I yelled.

He didn't take his eyes off the telly.

"ANUBIS!" I yelled once more.

Displeasure flashed across his face as he reluctantly paused it. He took a deep breath and turned around to face me. Then, he assumed the usual heart-melting smile.

"Yes, Sadie?" he asked, cocking his head to one side.

I gulped. Don't look into his eyes, don't look into his eyes, don't look int- I caved, staring long and hard into his large dark eyes.

Damnit, Sadie, self-control!

"You've been playing that stupid game all day long," I complained, with a whiny edge to my voice.

His eyes brightened (and I swear his ears perked up). "Why don't you play it with me?"

I shook my head firmly. "No way. What makes you think I'd play such a dumb game?"

He brought back the puppy eyes. "Oh," he said softly, sounding sad and disappointed.

Don't cave, don't cave, don't cav- "Fine. I'll play the stupid game with you."

SADIE, YOU DUMBASS.

His face split into a wide grin. "Fantastic!" he cheered, urging a controller into my hand.

I sighed and took a seat in the beanbag next to him. "Alright," I started, "what do I press?"

He leaned over, taking the controller from me. "You should make a new account…" he muttered, pressing various buttons, "…there. You're ready to go."

The controller was returned to me, and I began to focus on the game.

….

Hours had passed before I was even a little bit tired of the game. I couldn't believe how fun it was, causing murder and thieving and whatnot.

I hadn't noticed, but the whole time I was playing, Anubis was watching my face with a small amused smirk.

"What's with that look?" I asked, saving and quitting the game.

"You said Skyrim was stupid."

"And it is," I huffed.

He inched closer to me, elbowing me playfully. "You're a liiiiiiar," he accused, brown eyes narrowed.

"Am not! Sadie Kane doesn't lie," I insisted.

"Admit it," he said, leaning back into his beanbag, "you loved the game."

"Never!"

"Admit it."

"No!"

"C'mon," he urged.

"Alright, so maybe it wasn't so bad.."

….

Yeah, I know, it was terrible. I was just a'tryin' to let my writing juices flow!