Summary: Your name is Cronus Ampora and you want to win this damn game.
Rating: No content warnings
Day Three: Gaming/Watching a movie
"Oh Kankri, for fuck's sake, get the sniper!"
"Cronus I've told you already that I detest this game. I absolutely abhor it."
"Yeah and you've died like twelve times in the last two minutes!"
"I refuse to play it."
You throw the controller after yet another team loss between the two of you. "Okay. Fuck it. Fine." You cross your arms over your chest and huff. "What fucking game do you want to play?" You turn your head at your boyfriend and glare at him.
"I only have one that you might enjoy."
"And that would be...?" You can't help but to hope that it's something like fucking Mario Kart, because if it's some weird politically correct thing you're going to shove your head through a well. Literally shove your head through a wall.
"I'll set it up." He gets up from the couch and turns off the 360 and sets up another system.
"Hold on a goddamn minute, now. Is that an N64 I see you unearthing?"
"It very well might be." He untangles the cords and sets it up reverently. Each piece connected with the utmost care and attention Then he pulls out the cartridge in the system and puts in another one, being sure to replace the first in its home. He brings the controllers to you and holds them out. "I assume you'll want purple?"
"Of course I fucking want purple, chief, what other color would I pick?" You grab the transparent purple controller and he takes the red. You note that there's a third grey one still wrapped in its cord and assume that it must be his brother's. He goes back and turns on the system and as the title screen comes up you quirk an eyebrow. "Wetrix?"
"It's quite fun, I assure you."
"What is the fucking point of this game?"
"Build lakes and don't let your opponent destroy them."
You purse your lips. "Fine I'll play. But only because you're so fucking cute when you're actually playing a game."
He smiles and then he starts the game.
He beats you in a few minutes and then manages to do it over and over and over. It gets to a point where you become set on playing just to actually beat him and, before you know it, you've fallen in love with the fucking thing. It reminds you a little of something like 3D Tetris, but with bombs and ducks and rainbows.
After god knows how many rounds, the two of you finally stop and you still haven't beaten him. "What the fuck."
"Yes, Cronus?"
"You never fucking told me you were actually good at a game."
He laughs. "My brother and I used to play this one all the time. Once in a great while we'll use it to settle arguments." He looks at you. "I've never lost to him."
"So to beat you I gotta beat him first?"
"Maybe. You were doing better than he was, anyway. You could be a master at this game yet." He smiles at you again. A real smile this time. The one that he uses when he's actually happy and not just smiling for face filler. The one he has when he's proud.
"So you think I could beat you at it soon?"
He shrugs. "I wouldn't say soon, but maybe some day."
"And if I do beat you?"
This earns another shrug. "Then I suppose I"ll give you one request that I can't say no to, unless it is something that I am truly uncomfortable with. You know my limits and my credo, Cronus." He gives you a warning look and you just hold up your hands.
"I would never make you do nothing that you didn't wanna actually do." You grin. "Though how about if I win, I get a kiss? A real one."
He sighs. "Perhaps. And if I win?"
"That's not fair, you've won every game."
He chuckles as he fidgets with the controller. Obviously he's itching to play again. "I suppose that I'll think of something. Perhaps if I win twenty more times before you win you could do my laundry." He raises his eyebrows.
"Oh so you want me to be your fucking slave, huh?"
He scowls at you. "That is an incredibly offensive suggestion."
You laugh and roll your eyes. "Well you'll win it fair and square and I'll take it like a fucking champ."
He frowns. "Very well. Let us begin then."
The two of you play for the rest of the night. You don't win a single game, but you do your damnedest. By the end of the night you haven't won your kiss, but you end up agreeing to do most of his housework. But you really don't care. You're going to win that goddamn kiss, even if it takes you the whole damn year.