Diagnosis Question 4:
What if you and your husbando would play a game on a certain console you have and take turns with it and he challenges you to a wager. This is a question that requires brief explanation.
The questions are:
1. If he wins, what would his wager be?
2. What if you win—what are you going to do?
Asahina's POV
When I got home, Cloud was lounging on my desktop chair this time and then to my surprise I found Arno taking hold of my PSP—which happens to be fully drained of battery so I guess even if he attempted to turn it on, it won't.
"Hey, guys." I greeted.
"You're back."
"Of course, I'm back, I do have to go home anyway."
"It's been a boring day here without you." Cloud.
I noticed Arno glaring at him when he said that and then returned into checking my PSP. How long has he been doing that exactly?
"Well, I'm here now."
I dumped my bag on the foot of my bed and then stretched up until I felt my back slightly snap—aw, I love that feeling and it's not even painful to me anyway—and then threw myself on the bed feeling the relief I have been wanting this whole day.
Cloud appeared overhead upside-down in my sight and stared down at me.
"What?"
"Exhausting day, wasn't it?" Cloud.
"Yeah."
He blinked twice. Oh God, I felt myself melting.
We heard the sound of the PSP being put down on the desk while Arno leans back comfortably on my chair as it gently reclines by his weight.
I gently sat up and reached for my PSP, getting off my bed I went for my desk's miniature cabinet and looked for the charger—once I've got it, I plugged it into the power outlet and that tiny orange light lit up on the indicator of the handheld console.
Before crawling back to my bed, I turned to Arno and as we met eye to eye he apparently figured out my expression. He smiles back and then nods at me for some indication for gratification and then I placed the charging PSP on my desk and then went back to lying down lousily on my bed, my eyelids felt heavy so I just let them fall shut and give my eyes some rest. In just a few moments after closing my eyes, I felt fingertips lightly gliding across my cheek and then prying up to my temple. Later, his knuckles were smoothly slipping on my cheek.
"Just let me rest for a moment." I muttered in a raspy voice because I'm definitely tired like hell.
Cloud's POV
When she dozed off for a quick nap, I gently scooped her up to place her in a comfortable position so that she won't get cramps once she wakes up. I puffed her pillow and gently rested her head there, I put my arm around her as she rested and snuggled her pillow.
I like it when I watch her sleep.
She looks so peaceful. Sweet and innocent too.
Gently rubbing her cheek with my thumb and by gently pinching it between my pointer finger and thumb I can feel the softness of her skin.
I also noticed that Arno has been giving out looks on her and he shoots glares at me as if I've done something wrong and it's been bothering me ever since everything felt casual. I've never done anything bad to him.
It was only a few minutes—fifteen to twenty or so—that Asahina has already woken up as she started to groan, stretch and squirm like a caterpillar. I looked down on her and expected her to open her eyes, her eyelids fluttered and blinked several times to adjust to the light. She probably felt my fingers lingering on her cheek because her own fingers fiddled with mine and then her free hand reached for the small white device plugged into the power socket. Out of courtesy, Arno handed it out to her; afterwards she slightly sat up and then she turned it on by gently flicking up a silver-colored switch on the side and then it lighted up and let out a faint jingling sound.
After a series of buttons, she initiated a game that read Dissidia. Patiently, she—and I—waited for the game to process and then she seems to know her way into the game as she presses buttons and goes to different panels until I saw a picture of me!
"Why am I there…?" I muttered.
"It's a game with you in it, Cloud~" she sweetly replies as she presses the buttons again on a certain pattern.
I watched her fingers—that were so delicate earlier turning into hardcore button mashing digits on her hands—work their way as she plays the game of fighting another character using the one that you choose. She chose me in playing the game.
Game-ception.
And also…
Around this phase, little by little, the husbandos level of attachment with fangirl-waifu grows on certain intervals depending on how consistent it is. The more consistent equals the higher the rise of the husbandos' attachment towards the fangirl patient.
I realized that the way she controls me in the game looked like she has been using my character for quite a while now because she easily staggers the enemy and quickly dashes towards them to finish them off with four hits of my sword.
"Wow, you seem really good at this game." I remarked.
She smiles, "Well, I have been playing for quite a while now."
I didn't mean to ask this but I just can't help it, "Am I the only one you choose whenever you play this game?"
"I'll be honest with you—yes. I change to other characters as well but I don't last long with them—I eventually switch back to using you as my character."
That explains why she plays it in an innate manner as if she taught herself with it and then she executes the abilities quite well—she knows the timing by pressing the button right on time and then her tactics were readable although she was pretty fast. When she won one round of the game, she received a lot of notices like levelling up, gaining a lot of points and acquiring a lot of materials.
When she finished four more enemies—including Squall and Sephiroth—after the first one, she received 300 PP as a reward for finishing off five battles straight and she flicked her wrist and snapped her fingers—popping one bone after the other—and then twisted her wrists and flexed her arms.
"You know, you shouldn't be tiring out your hands too much." I told her.
"I know, it's a bad habit of mine—you know, tiring out my hands like this." She responds.
I put my sleeved arm around her and my hand reached for hers. I caressed her fingers down to her palm and the back of her hand until it ended around her wrist.
"Don't risk your hands into severe spraining, alright?"
"But I need my hands everyday." She blurts in a bubbly tone—her usual self.
"I understand but not to the point where you're still wearing them out too much when you know that they're exhausted."
She flicked the switch rather quickly and then she flashed her hands right in front of the both of us. I clasped them with my own and I saw that her hands were small—well, she is a petite type of girl—and her hands balled up letting me clutch onto it fully. She turned her head to me and then said,
"Wanna try out the game?"
"Uh sure." I somehow sounded a little hesitant at that but I think she didn't think so.
She takes the white device again and switched it up, the screen lights up and the game wasn't exited—it was just there on standby—and she placed the console in my hands and I got a feel of the buttons of both sides.
"Here, you can make your own profile—or do you want to use mine? I don't mind anyway."
"Um, let me just borrow yours first until I get used to this." I warily mumbled.
She giggled—that somehow took away my wariness and it felt good—and she allowed me to use her profile. She dictated what I needed to press and where I needed to go and she directed me to the Tutorial mode and I diligently read the instructions and would press X when I'm done reading the manual page.
Boy, there's so much pages to read through. And so many notices too.
"Don't worry, I painstakingly read my way through these pages just so I can understand the game without getting much trouble in playing it." Asahina puts in.
While she leans back on my chest, she patiently teaches me on how to play the game and lets me explore the console independently. When I chose to engage myself—literally, I chose my own character—in battle, she would observe the buttons I press rapidly and then she would take over and help me win but sometimes I learn from my mistakes and my defeats.
"I think you're going to be good at this game." She comments.
"What made you say that?"
"I just know it—once you've get used to the controls of the game, we can wager against each other." She turns to me to see my expression whether to approve or decline.
I curved the left edge of my mouth upwards, already giving her a sign that I accept her challenge and she turned her head back to the screen of her console watching me play through the rounds.
And when a few minutes summed up into an hour and some more minutes with it, Cloud later got the hang of the game and soon he accepted Asahina's wager.
The challenge?
Both of them take turns in playing with their character of choice—well, in this case, they're just using the same character which is Cloud himself…
In the Arcade Mode in Dissidia, there are five rounds (when your difficulty is Casual) to finish through.
If Asahina wins all five consecutive rounds on her turn without retrying an enemy, she gets to try out Cloud's shoulder armor along with the sleeve and robe part of it the whole day tomorrow from morning up to the time she arrives home.
If Cloud wins, Asahina has two options: 1.) She gets to act out a scene of Cloud doing a summon from Dissidia. 2.) She cosplays the older version of Cloud (Final Fantasy VII)
A few more rounds later until I got the hang of the game, she and I engaged the challenge and she let me start off. Still using myself, my enemies in my turn were [chronologically] Bartz, Terra, Zidane, Sephiroth and Exdeath.
I lost to Sephiroth…
"That's okay~ you can try again."
"You're bluffing, huh?"
"I'm not~!"
When I finally finished Sephiroth, Exdeath was my next opponent and fortunately, this big guy in heavy armor is slow as hell and while I was battling him, Asahina was laughing.
"What's so funny?" I asked her while battling Exdeath.
"I just remembered this joke about Exdeath." She continues to giggle.
"What is it?"
"I'll show you next time when we're done with this."
"Swear?"
"Yes, I swear."
After my turn, it was hers this time. She fought with Squall, Golbez, Garland, Warrior of Light and Kefka. And she slayed them straight professionally.
Why did I even get myself into this in the first time? I accepted the challenge from a professional at the game. Oh well, can't back out now.
She turned to me while the Victory theme was still playing. She flashes a smirk in her face as she squints her eyes. I stared at her first for some time, blinking and sighing I stood up to unbuckle my shoulder armor.
"Come here. Turn your back to me." I instructed.
She did so but then I pulled her closer to me. She inserted her slender arm into the black sleeve and then I placed the armor on her small shoulder. She took hold of the still-unbuckled straps of the armor and turns around to face me.
I firmly buckled the straps on a tightness that she's comfortable with and then she ran around her room to her closet that had a full body mirror attached to the other side of the right door.
My robe draped over her and literally covered half of her entire body and it was sweeping the floor as she walks. My sleeve lousily hung as her hand was only four inches above the armhole, whenever she lifts her hand, the sleeve rolls back and shows her tiny hand and when she lifts it in level height she wiggles her arm and watches the sleeve dangle.
That is too adorable. So that's how she looks like when wearing armor.
Sorry about that. It was a crazy night last night when I was doing the draft, I finished this on iPad. I slept in 2am and then my laptop had these stupid updates that took minutes to hour to finish loading and I ended up and I woke up having my laptop overcharged for the night and the updates finished. I panicked for my laptop T-T
I guess I shouldn't be using it for a few days.
Anyways, the other OC's POVs will be posted soon ^w^ stay tuned.
Xielle.
