A/N: So, here's the second one. Proofshipping, with a healthy dose of I can't write straight pairings to save my life.
"Aw, come on! That was such a cheap shot!" shouts Honda, slapping his hand down on her knee. The noise of the television comes out almost static sounding, a rush of white noise almost covering up the exclamations of the referee.
The screen is small, barely fifteen inches, and sits just several feet away from his ratty looking couch. Still, the motions come across as fuzzy and distorted, ruined by his cheap television.
In the kitchen, there's a crash. A curse, which isn't muttered and not at all covered up, and Honda finds his attention taken off of the game in favor of the sound.
Shit. He'd been screaming again, hadn't he?
His internal question was answered when Mai appears in the doorway to the kitchen, an open beer in one hand and a rolled up magazine in the other. Her heart-shaped face is creased into a frown, large red lips pursed together and bright blue eyes narrowed.
"What the Hell do you think you're doing?" demands Mai, putting the hand still clutching her magazine on her hip.
"Uh..." Honda's eyes flick from her (pissed off, he notes, and no where near drunk enough to brush it aside by making a pass on her), over to the television (and, shit, his team is losing so badly). "Showing off team-spirit?"
Mai scoffs. "Your team couldn't win even if everyone there was rooting for them. So quit screaming at the stupid television, already."
"Excuse me? My team's the best there is!" rebutes Honda, and a moment later the television announces that the opposing team has scored another point. A pause, an awkward silence, a smug look from his girlfriend. "They're, uh, they're just having an off day."
"Whatever you say, big guy." says Mai, rolling her eyes. She's far from being an idiot (and they've been through this before, time and time again) and doesn't feel like waging a useless arguement. "Just keep it done, alright? Some of us are actually trying to accomplish things."
Honda nods and waves her off, eyes suddenly back on the blurred screen because Ouranos has just scored and both teams are tied again. Besides, he knows that anything else that he says will just be used against him at a later date.
Several moments pass, and then Mai returns to the kitchen. Honda is on the edge of his seat, watching the small screen of his shitty television intently - and then they lose, they lose, they lose!
"Bullshit! That's bullshit!" he screechs, shaking a fist at the picture box.
From the kitchen, there's a very loud thunk.