A/N: posted this on tumblr earlier but forgot to add it here, so...here! :P
He should have known it would end like this.
GoGo's arm shoots up, fist pumping in the air, while Tadashi sinks deeper into the couch, groaning. Over the course of forty minutes, he has learned a few things.
Number one: GoGo is relentless when it comes to Mario Kart. So far, she has beaten him ten times. Secondly, for someone usually so reserved, it turns out GoGo trash-talks. A lot.
"Ready to eat dust again?"
"Come on, if it hadn't been for that red shell…"
"Tell that to my ten victory laps."
Shaking his head in amusement, Tadashi starts up the next race. GoGo leans forward in anticipation, her elbows resting on her knees, and Tadashi documents yet another fact about her.
She's sharp. The clipped ends of her syllables, the tip of her nose, the line of her shoulders and the tilt of her chin, the glint in her eyes—GoGo, Tadashi thinks, is all angles.
Not that she doesn't have curves. Because she does, just—
—Tadashi blinks, shaking his head. He is not going to get sidetracked. He has a game to win.
Three minutes later, GoGo stretches her arms above her head lazily, nudging Tadashi with her foot. "Nice try," she teases.
Tadashi takes off his hat and runs a hand through his hair, smiling a little as he sinks back against the couch in defeat. "All right, all right, I give up."
A momentary pause hovers between them, and Tadashi waits for another teasing jab. Instead, GoGo's eyes flicker between him and her controller, her thumb fiddling with the directional pad, before she blows a bubble and bumps his shoulder. "Hey, remember how we said that loser would buy dinner?"
Tadashi's grin widens. "Yes."
"Yeah, well. I like burgers."