DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN INCEPTION.
IDEAS AND RECOMMENDATIONS ARE ALWAYS HELPFUL!
"COBB, KILL HIM!"
"I CAN'T SHOOT STRAIGHT!"
"SHOOT HIM OR YOU'LL DIE!"
"SHIT, I'VE BEEN HIT!"
"NO!"
"What are you guys doing?"
Eames and Cobb swung around to see Yusuf standing over them like an adult.
"Nothing…" Cobb said quietly. Yusuf picked up the cover which was placed on the piano. He gave an amused smile.
"What's Call of Duty?" he asked, staring at the small TV screen.
Eames looked up at him. "It's a game."
"Can I ask why you were screaming like maniacs?"
Cobb shrugged. "It's…compelling."
Eames waved the controller in front of Yusuf's face. "Wanna play?"
He shook his head. "No thanks. I'd probably be no good anyway."
Eames smirked. "I doubt you're any worse than Cobb."
"Hey!" Cobb cried. "I've never played before." He looked up at Yusuf, pleadingly. "Please don't tell Arthur or Ariadne?"
"Fine," Yusuf sighed. "Can you just…keep it down a little?"
"Deal."
1 MINUTE AND 26 SECONDS LATER…
"DIE, DIE, DIE!"
"KILL HIM! NOW!"
"GUYS!"
Eames and Cobb turned around.
"PLEASE be quiet!" Yusuf cried. "If you want this compounds by tomorrow, then you have to shut up."
"Sorry," Cobb and Eames mumbled in unison.
1 MINUTE AND 25 SECONDS LATER…
"OH MY GOD, COBB! YOU SUCK!"
"SHUT UP!"
"KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE GOD DAMN SCREEN!"
"WHY DO THEY HAVE BETTER GUNS THAN US!"
Yusuf sighed and gathered his things. Looks like he would be working from home today.