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Two cherries into a strawberry… Two strawberries into a grape… Ezreal watched the colorful orbs rotate with his mouth hanging open. He was running out of space, but maybe if the fruit fell just right he could make a watermelon. Just one watermelon, gods, please…
“Ez? Are you still playing this stupid game?”
Kayn’s voice booming from the bathroom almost made him flinch. Yeah, but he was indeed still playing this awesome game. An apple in a perfect spot… If it falls, that’s a guaranteed peach. Ezreal huffed, mentally preparing for a great combo. He could almost hear the familiar pop!pop!pop! which gave him a full-body shiver every damn time.
“Ez? Ezreal?” Properly annoyed, Kayn entered his bedroom bringing his loathsome manly 10in1-shower-goo smell with him. Gross. Wait, he showered?
“You showered already?” Ezreal went with the first thing that crossed his mind, not able to spare his boyfriend more attention. A huge, green melon appeared on his screen. And it looked confused. Almost like it was waiting for a nice, juicy melon partner to pair up with. Wouldn’t that be something? Kayn is probably talking. Fuck, Kayn is probably talking…
“You’re not listening to me,” Kayn complained, which served as a confirmation that he was indeed talking while Ezreal worked hard for his melon.
“No, I’m listening now,” Ezreal reassured him quickly, even though his eyes remained glued to the screen. Kayn could’ve been standing before him naked for all he cared. This melon took up so much space. Fitting another one would be so damn difficult. He took a breath and froze completely.
“What are you doing? You’re done playing?” Kayn shuffled around the room for a few seconds and resorted to towering over Ezreal’s bed, where the little green goblin rested all fucking day and now half of the evening, staring at his phone.
“No, I’m waiting for the fruit to fall,” Ezreal explained quickly, voice tiny, like speaking up would somehow mess with his score. Go away, Kayn! He pleaded over and over in his mind. He couldn’t possibly say that out loud though. It would never work anyway.
“You’re doing what?” It took Kayn a moment to process the ridiculous statement.
“I’m waiting for the fruit to fall,” he repeated ever so patiently.
“What?”
His stupid boyfriend clearly wasn’t getting it. And he was probably standing there with his dick out, getting Ezreal’s lovely, fluffy carpet wet and smelly since he can’t use a towel properly. Ezreal lifted his eyes for half a second, afraid to leave his fruit without supervision. Yep, it all checks out. Goddamn it, Kayn. You’re really lucky Ezreal loves his stupid boyfriend.
“Sometimes the orbs slowly push each other down,” he sighed, focusing fully on his screen once again. It wasn’t going to happen in this game. One can only dream.
He felt the bed shifting. Then the mattress creaked as Kayn scooted closer to look at Ezreal’s phone. Honestly, what else could he possibly do?
“You’re getting my pillows all wet,” Ezreal complained weakly, not really able to see but knowing it nonetheless.
“Wasn’t that the plan for today anyway?”
Bad joke, Kayn. Inappropriate – Ezreal is about to lose for the tenth time in a row. There’s no hope for the watermelon to appear anymore. All the cherries and strawberries got stuck on top of each other in the worst possible places. The game is doomed.
“I’m busy, Kayn,” he mumbled after a solid minute of plain staring at the flashing rainbow line telling him he was running out of space. He can fit this orange here. That could work.
“Yeah, I can see,” came a loud snort from above his head. “Are you really playing this shitty game all day?”
“It’s not shitty,” Ezreal protested. Though it is shitty. “And not all day,” he added. Though when he gave this a longer thought he realized he kinda has to pee really bad. And can’t remember the last time he left his room today.
Of course, his poor lying skills made Kayn laugh even more. Two oranges into an apple. But the apple is really big. It was probably not worth it. If the fruit glitched, it would cross the rainbow line. Ending the game with no watermelon in sight. Ezreal found himself sighing again. Very deeply.
It took a lot from Kayn to stop chuckling, but he did. Because his green goblin looked sad now.
“How is it called again?” He started stupidly, scratching his chest, now also staring at Ezreal’s screen.
“Suika game,” Ezreal tapped at his phone to let the strawberry fall. Fucking useless strawberry, only blocking the way. Classic.
“Okay—“ Kayn began and had to stop himself immediately because the fruit on his boyfriend’s screen started exploding in a loud cacophony of pop!pop!pop!pop!pop!s and Ezreal whined deep in his throat, scaring the shit out of him. What the fuck. “What the fuck?” He asked. Yeah.
“Sorry,” Ezreal recovered quickly, now hitting the share button above his score. Of course.
Kayn cleared his throat. Let’s try this again.
“Okay, suika game,” he started and Ezreal nodded, finally able to listen while he was forming his tweet. Clearly, this took much less effort than winning a suika game. “And what… what is the point of this thing?”
“You match the fruit together until you get a watermelon.” Update posted. App closed. Suika game dot com refreshed and loading a new game already. Hell yeah.
Kayn hummed in response. At his side, his phone lit up with the notification of Ezreal’s new tweet. He shifted on the bed. Looked at his boyfriend’s face, the crazy little shit almost salivating while smashing poorly drawn fruit together. Shifted some more. Scratched his nose. He’s not getting laid tonight anyway. So…
“Hey, can I try?”