A/N: The following two chapters are purely headcanon for myself on my roleplay blog account on Tumblr. You don't have to agree with them, it's only my opinion and remember, they're short for a reason! =)
There is one rule all gang members must follow when staying over at each other's house. Especially when said house has a play station on handy.
Do not, under any circumstances, challenge Soul to guitar hero. He will, without a doubt, wipe the floor with you. He's actually better than his brother at it (a fact he prides himself on). I mean, we're talking about a guy who can play Eruption by Van Halen on expert level for Pete's sake!
Yes, that means all possible instruments as well. So instead he just decides to sit out and watch people fumble around a bit. He'd never say it out loud, but he enjoys being better at something for once and doesn't mind showing people exactly how it's done.
"Look Dude, ya gotta time it so that you press each button just as the line comes up, kinda like DDR," he shrugged, smirking lightly at the confused meister (BlackStar), who couldn't keep in time even if it killed him.
Soul sighed again as the word 'failed' came across the television screen for the sixth time that night.
"Hey Man, I think I'll get it this time! After all, a big star like me can succeed at anything!" The blunette bosted, shaking the guitar by the neck as if he'd just slain a wild beast. The scythe only shook his head at his bestfriends antics and went to sit back down on a nearby couch, just waiting until the meister'd stuff up again.
"Whatever you say BlackStar, whatever you say."