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"AGGHHHH WHAT THE FUCK I PRESSED X; I PRESSED THE BUTTON WHY DIDN'T HE-"
The game on the television screen had stopped, now displaying the deep red of the 'fail' screen, which lit up the dim room with its crimson reflection. Scaramouche couldn't help but tense up with anger for his controller, which had failed to carry out the game's action. It was childish: this burst of energy which would gather from the intense activity on screen. As if he was a bottle of soda being shaken up, the anger would be at the brim at all times; a simple touch sending it to absolutely explode. The detonation of anger would result in a variety of endings, one being the time where he managed to throw a cup into the wall with his puny arms. It left a dent which he decided was okay by covering it up with piece of scrap paper and a side of tape. Pathetic.
It could have been worse. Every time, he was tempted him to bash his controller into the ground. That would be the worst. He did once, and it sent him into a state of such sadness that Kazuha had to stay over for a few nights, until his new controller arrived through the mail. And during these nights? He'd have to comfort him until he finished his school work. His games would usually do that, though.
But before that event could repeat, Kazuha struck a laugh at him, which distracted him from his current rage.
"What's funny?" Scara turned to face him, a deep frown subliming his stress.
"You actually suck at this- isn't this the fourth run on that level?" He perked a brow, teasing his mediocre gaming skills. A jerk. In that moment, he was.
Kazuha's eyes shone red, mirroring the screen in front of them. Scara could only respond in disbelief.
"It's the controller! It doesn't do the stupid attack when I press x. I KNOW it's the right button."
He took no notice of his 'explanation'. Kazuha knew the male was pressing the set of keys wrong but spoke no more, swiftly snatching the controller from his hands, before he could implement any further damage. He exit the red screen and started the level again, already noticing the problem in his game's characters. Moreover, it was difficult to even use the controller. The brat, who had turned back to the screen, watched his gameplay in aw as he comfortably perched himself on Kazuha's lap. As if he hadn't been close to tears just a minute earlier, he held the audacity to be in the way of his view of the controller and in the way of half of the screen. Kazuha nested his chin by his shoulder, instead.
He completed the first level and moved on, approaching the level which Scaramouche had failed numerous times. Kazuha wasn't avid about this game but it was undeniable that he was much better than his boyfriend was at it. The level, itself, was a long process, hence to Scara's extreme frustration at doing it again and again.
And he continued to watch in aw, envy beginning to bubble up to the brim. He sat and watched in joy as the level came to a near end, happily knowing he'd no longer have to deal with it ever again. He also sat in joy at how Kazuha's arms tightened around his body, like an intense hug, while he pressed away at the controller; and how his chin nuzzled into his side, draining him of his anger. Once his eyes lit up with the green screen, which indicated the completion of the level, he stirred up with a sound of joy. Totally opposite to the angry thing he was before.
Kazuha was now the one in disbelief at the audacity this man had, to suddenly smile and shudder with joy at the completion of a level he didn't even do.
"See, you just miss the button every time." He passed the controller to him and wrapped his arms around his waist, sitting his head at his shoulder.
The other male shrugged, tired to carry on. Letting the controller slide to the floor, he lifted his arms up and around Kazuha's neck. He wiggled out of his grasp to turn his body, facing him before inviting his arms back onto him.
"I did that," he smiled, indicating the screen in which he saw through Kazuha's eyes, this time: green.
"Good job."
Kazuha responded with a scoff, running his hand through the male's dark hair, guiding his head down to a rest. He didn't mind his funny little comments, especially in this state. Gosh, he was cute.