Tavros was sitting on the only remotely clean piece of furniture in the house beside Gamzee's bed, the couch. Gamzee was lying across his lap, both of them mashing the buttons on Xbox controllers. Gamzee's brows were furrowed in frustration, while Tavros was smirking. He was winning, by a lot. Gamzee was hopelessly tapping at the buttons, not understanding how Tavros was winning. Tavros giggled as he finally won. Gamzee turned on to his back and set his controller on his stomach.
"Shit, Tavbro." He sighed. Tavros giggled again.
"I need to be going soon." He said, looking his watch.
"Alright, tell you what," Gamzee said. "I win this next round, and you have to hang out with me again next week."
"Deal."
Gamzee put his hands behind his head, sighing with satisfaction. Tavros looked from him to the tv and back again in confusion.
"But…"
"Sorry, Tavbro." Gamzee chuckled.
"Wow."
Gamzee looked up at him, smiling.
"So I'll pick you up same time next week?"
"I guess so."