(Arthur's note) This is more or less filler but I feel like I needed to post something up!

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Ben gave a sigh as he looked up from his handheld to his door that rested partially open to allow the faint noise of the rest of the house. Four times now a shadow had passed his door with the soft skittering of clawed toes accompanying it. It continued to draw Ben's eyes away from his game with a terrible consistency and at this rate the boy would not be able to get through the boss. It was going to be best to deal with this distraction now.

"Argit, you can come in."

There was silence in reply, only the low creak of boards as shifting of weight was placed upon them, and then the door was nudged open and Argit's form slipped into the room. The rodent kept his arms folded about his chest, fiddling with the sleeve of his shirt, and glancing every where but at Ben in his little fit of embarrassment and nervousness. Being called out on his lurking never did sit well with him and being in a personal room with another still set his nerves on end but the felon wasn't leaving so whatever drove him to Ben's door was obviously greater than his insecurities.

Setting aside his handheld, game saved safely for another time, Ben sat up with a bit of his usual smile and gestured for Argit to make himself comfortable.

"What's got you riled up?"

Argit shrugged and made his way over to the bed slowly, shifting his weight carefully to stay upright, before plunking down on the edge. It had been at least three weeks now and the rodent was healing fast as his broken leg had already been transitioned into a brace that held the leg firm but at least offered the con artist a bit more mobility and ease in his actions. It would have to stay on for a good while but Argit was hardly complaining now that he didn't have to walk on crutches.

"Just bored..."

That probably wasn't exactly a lie but there more than that to drive Argit into the hero's room. Being to jittery to sleep and not wanting to choke down pills that didn't guarantee him any peace while he rested was likely the main source of it though Ben wasn't going to call him out on that bit. It was enough the prickly alien came to him in this manner, he didn't need to nag Argit to spill every detail of his thoughts or motives.

Ben rested back against his pillows and headboard, humming in acknowledgement as he grabbed his handheld again and offered it to Argit.

"Well this usually helps when I'm bored out of my skull. Wanna try it?"

The rodent eyed the device that he'd seen several times just laying about the house and raised a brow, lowering his ears and scrunching his nose as he studied the object. Ben blinked at the little gesture he'd come to associate with confusion in the other. It's something he'd noticed in Argit a week ago that when he didn't quite know what to do he'd always fold his ears and wrinkle his nose, sitting in silence and poking at it until he either grew bored or figured it out. Seeing as he was being watched right now he wasn't going to poke and prod and look completely ignorant so he just lifted his shoulders in a shrug, waving the device away.

Either Argit didn't know how to play the game or he had no idea what a handheld gamer was or how it worked. Ben lifted a brow but withdrew the device, flipping it open as he did, and puzzled that little oddity. The conman had a cellphone and he was hardly ignorant of Earth technology despite what it was so it was doubtful he didn't know what the device did but considering Argit's life he probably didn't play games often. He was a scamming thief from a young age and as far as Ben knew he's been living the life of a criminal so just sitting around and loosing yourself in a video game wasn't the best move when you had to look over your shoulder for a bad client or the police.

Calling the rodent out on the fact that he didn't know how to play, despite what intention may be behind it, would only get him an earful of angry snapping and an upset housemate for the remainder of the night so more subtle tactics had to be used. With a little dismissive shrug of his own Ben turned it on once more and started up a new game, half focusing on the screen and half on his housemate. He would have offered to teach Argit but seeing as the rodent was the way he was Ben would teach him by example, if the other had any interest that is.

"Alright than, what do you want to do since you're so bored?"

He watched as Argit's golden eyes were drawn to the device, narrowing with curiosity, before being drawn back up to Ben. With yet another shrug the rodent edged further onto the bed to make himself comfortable and settled into watching the teen hero play.

"Eh I'll think o' somethin' in a bit." The smaller male replied.

As dismissive as the remark was Argit's interest was clear and Ben left it be, simply nodding in reply as he continued to play through the tutorial, actually reading each tip and explanation for the first time in ages as he went, moving on to the actual game as Argit watched like an attentive younger brother all the while. It came to the point that Ben felt the light weight of the felon's head on his shoulder as he approached the second boss.

Lifting his shoulder a bit to rouse the dark furred male at his side Ben saved and once more offered the device.

"Here, you take it."

Argit blinked and lowered his ears, seeming to want to protest or come up with some excuse to decline the offer or simply stir up an argument that he was comfortable and drifting off to sleep before Ben moved, but all he did was delicately take the toy and settled back on the pillows with it held between his thin fingers in the way Ben had. He hit the button to continue and made his way through the boss's castle, steadily perking and grumbling and screeching when enemies popped out to attack him or a minion became troublesome.

He turned the device this way and that when he came to the boss and had to roll and bounce around the stage to avoid the many powerful slam attacks that caused the whole stage to rattle and rock. He was doing well until he tried to attack the creature head on and lost half a health bar to a slam attack and the boss's shields. Stunned and surprised the rodent became subject to the creatures next slam attack and died under a huge paw.

"What?! No fair!"

Ben chuckled as Argit glared at the flashing GAME OVER text that appeared on the screen.

"I totally had that guy! Why didn't anyone say he had a shield?! I wouldn't have run up to him if I had known that." Argit groused and huffed as he jabbed at the buttons to try again from the save point.

"Well to be fair there were hints going through the castle and the level." Ben offered calmly.

Argit just gave a grunt and bumped the other with his shoulder, making the Tennyson male his new cushion as he played. Ben huffed lightly and readjusted his arm so as not to have it pinned beneath the rodent and set it along the headboard ridge. At least Argit didn't weigh much and the heat he gave off was pleasant in the cool room. The Plumber watched as the felon played, readjusting himself here and there to get more comfortable, while Argit seemed to settle further into the pattern of the game.

He groused and cursed as he continued to fail at the boss and continued to restart. This went on so long Ben had begun to drift off until a loud set of excited squeaks filled his ear and very nearly startled him off the bed.

"Gah! W-what.. m' up!"

Ben sat up and rubbed his eyes with the heel of his palm and looked about for a moment for the possible alarm that cause the noise before his eyes were drawn to the little opossum and just focusing on the display. Argit was bouncing slightly, smirking in delight with ears perked as far as they could go and tail twitching at his side as little happy noises spilled past his fangs, the victory tune playing again and again from the device an obviously being the cause of this show.

"That's kind've adorable..."

The words fell out of his mouth without filter, that particular aspect of his brain still working to pull itself into a functioning state after the brief dozing. Argit turned his head and glared with a brow raised in a mix of confusion and indignation, and like that the little squeaking mess was gone in favor of the grouchy rodent once more.

"What?"

Ben knew there was no pulling away from this subject without getting annoyed for an hour straight over it before being yelled at so he might as well admit to his errant thoughts now and be able to sleep sooner.

"That squeaking is kind of cute." He replied with a simple lift of his shoulder and dismissive tone.

Argit's yellow orbs narrowed at him and the whip chord tail stilled it's twitching. In the stillness he almost seemed intimidating. Almost.

"Dude." The felon sounded so flat and serious that it caught Ben off guard when the next few words came forward. "That's so gay."

Blinking in rapid succession to the statement the brunette hero just stared at the conman as if to ask if he had really used such an outdated phrase.

"What?"

"I always kinda figured you were a fruit cup, Tennyson, never figured I was your type though. Really, dude, you have issues or something."

Well there went the warm fuzzies for the night.