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When you told NakedToaster you liked old XBox games, like Viva Piñata, in a passing comment in the Blooming Panic sever, you didn’t think anything of it- he’d seemed interested, and you talked a bit, and that was that.
When Toasty asked you in a call about games you played and you mentioned Dance Central being an integral part of your childhood, it was met with a surprising amount of enthusiasm; usually when you mention that game, it gets a “you mean Just Dance?” or “that’s… neat-“, but Toasty (what should’ve been unsurprisingly) knew a lot about the game, even going as so far as to name their favorite team (he has taste, so of course it was Riptide).
You should’ve known that it would all culminate to this, a defining moment in your relationship; Toaster absolutely kicking your ass to Bad Romance.
It was infuriating- you KNOW he can’t dance, HE knows he can’t dance, and yet he was somehow doing fucking perfectly for almost every move.
You were no slob, your childhood had instilled in you the memories and reflexes to be considered good- even great, -at Dance Central, but you couldn’t catch up to them no matter how hard you tried, and it was somewhere between incredibly hilarious and amazingly annoying.
“How are you doing this so well?!” You demanded, sweaty and out of breath, as soon as the song ended and the scoreboard went up- Toasty pulling ahead by a couple hundred points despite you dancing your absolute ass off.
He gave you a grin which could only be described as ‘shit-eating’, glasses somewhat askew and hair that was previously pulled back in a low bun was now half loose, and you watched as he adjusted these things.
“I’m just good at the game!” He insisted, face flushed a patchy red from exerting himself for so long- yours was surely not any better, given you guys had been competing for the better part of an hour or so.
“‘Good’ doesn’t even cover it! I’M good and still losing!” You couldn’t help the smile that takes over your face despite the faux-annoyance you were trying to convey, and you quickly took a drink from one of the cups of water you both had grabbed and set on a nearby end table after the first couple of songs. You actually might’ve drank from Toasty’s, but that really wasn’t a huge deal considering you were dating them.
“… Wanna try Nothin’ On You?” Toasty offered after a moment, hands on his head as he steadied his breathing, pale eyes never leaving your form.
“You know I do!”
There are many ways to tell people you love them- reminding them to eat, asking how their day was, demanding you tell them the secrets of their high scores in Dance Central. There are many ways to return the unvocalized affection- pointing out that their shoes are untied, asking if they slept alright, and maybe, telling them that you’ll never share your knowledge of shitty dancing game high scores.