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Cory was raging at a game.
Nothing close to new about that.
Dave was continuing to bother him, Adam was half asleep, and Chris was trying to make sure Cory doesn’t break any of his shit.
Nothing close to new about that either.
“OK, CORY, DO YOU NEED TO GIVE THE CONTROLLER TO SOMEONE EL—“
“HELL NO, FUCK OFF!”
“it’s not that serious dude.”
Dave got glared at by Cory, the latter basically shaking with rage, clutching onto the controller so hard it’s practically a miracle it doesn’t break.
“OH, IM SORRY, I DONT SEE YOU DOIN SHIT!”
“MAYBE BECAUSE YOU WONT PASS THE CONTROLLER TO ANYONE ELSE, YA DUMBASS, HOW IS IT MY FAULT YOU CANT EVER UNDERSTAND THE CONTROLS OF A GAME?”
“I NEVER SAID IT WAS YOU FUCKING F***OT!”
“SURE AS HELL IMPLIED IT!”
Cory clenched his teeth in a snarl while glaring at Dave again, before suddenly raising the controller up and slamming it down against Adam’s leg.
“FUCK!—“
“IF THE GAMES SO GODDAMN EASY THEN WHY DO—“
The pissed off critter went silent as a shattering noise suddenly filled the room.
“..Cory, if you just broke the fucking controller I am going to STRANGLE YOU.”
“WH—I DIDNT DO SHIT!—..ok I did BUT I DIDNT BREAK THE CONTROLLER, IF I DID IT WAS A DELAYED ASS SHATTER!”
The 3 of them suddenly heard a groan, Chris glancing at where the noise came from.
“..oh yea, Adam fell.”
Dave stood up from where he was sitting, walking up to Adam and leaning down slightly.
“did ya break your spiOH MY GOD.”
“wh?—wha is it?..my fuckin head hurts..”
“YEA, I THINK I MIGHT HAVE AN IDEA WHY.”
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TWO—“ Chris immediately slapped two hands over his mouth, Cory’s eyes also widening.
“..why are ya lookin at me like that?”
Chris stuttered a bit as he glanced up and down, Cory standing up and snatching something off the ground, readjusting his glasses and looking down at Adam.
“..UH. HAH. PROMISE YOU WONT HATE ME.”
“..well now ‘m not goin to.”
Cory sighed and inhaled, shakily reaching his hand out to Adam while nervously smiling. The rook critter made a confused expression while leaning forward, his eyes immediately shooting open.
“..IS THAT ONE OF MY FUCKIN HEAD THINGYS??”
“JESUS YOUR EYES—UH, YEA. YEA IT IS.”
Adam stayed silent for a minute, snatching the broken piece of plastic out of Cory’s hands, staring at it for a few seconds before glaring back up at Cory.
“..IM GONNA FUCKIN STRANGLE!—“
Chris immediately grabs Adam by the cape, pulling him away from Cory. “OHKAY, YUP, WERE NOT DOING THAT. DAVE, STOP THE RECORDING.”
“ITS STILL ON?—WHATEVER, OK.”
Dave reached his arm out and quickly turned the camera off, walking over and standing next to Chris, who currently was feeling around at where Adam got a piece of his head broken off.
“OW—DUDE, THAT FUCKING HURTS!”
“NO SHIT IT DOES, A PIECE OF YOUR HEAD IS MISSING.”
Chris pokes at the ragged broken area of plastic, squinting slightly. “OKAYY, it doesn’t look like it’s bleeding or any shit like that..so maybe we can just reattach it.”
“OH YEA, CAUSE THAT’LL DEFINITELY BE EASY!”
“JUST BECAUSE YOU GOT A PARTIAL LOBOTOMY DOESNT MEAN YOU HAVE TO BE AN ASSHOLE.”
Cory is biting at his nails slightly as he takes a step closer. “WHAT THE HELL WOULD WE EVEN USE TO REATTACH IT??”
“..good question—OOH, MAYBE WE COULD USE TAPE.”
Dave walks slightly closer to Chris as he squints at the broken area at Adam’s head. “that sounds like it would fall off after like. 2 hours.”
“..dammit I hate when you’re right, OHKAY, do we have any glue?”
“we’ve got hot glue—“
“YOU’RE NOT PUTTIN HOT GLUE ON MY SKIN.”
“OK, JESUS, THAT RULES THAT OUT.”
Cory glances over to a drawer nearby as the other 3 talk, narrowing his eyes. He sits himself up and walks over, opening the drawer to shuffle through it.
“nope..nope..no—OH, HAH!”
Cory snatches something out of the drawer and walks over to Adam, leaning down slightly.
“ALRIGHTY ADAM, I’VE GOT SOMETHING TO MAKE YOUR HEAD LOOK LESS—..UH. LIKE THAT.”
Adam glares at Cory, the latter quickly holding him palm out. Adam leans forward to see what it is, and sees a small red ribbon.
“..how the fuck is that s’ppose to help?”
“you could like. tie it in a bow so your broken plastic head doohickey stays attached to your head.”
“…HELL NO, THAT WOULD LOOK FUCKIN GAY!”
“WELL, ITS EITHER THAT OR HAVING A PIECE OF YOUR HEAD MISSING FOREVER.”
Adam looks down at the floor for a few seconds, eventually loudly exhaling and glancing back up.
“..fine, tie the goddamn bow.”
Cory hopped on the armrest of the couch, placing the broken chess prong into place and wrapping the ribbon around it, attempting to tie it for a good 20 seconds.
“..ok yea move you’re autistic and bad at tying knots.”
Cory glared at Dave as he got the ribbon snatched from him, Dave wrapping the ribbon onto Adam’s head while readjusting the prong, tying the ribbon in a bow.
“ALRIGHT, that should hold for at least a..uh. a week.”
“..how encouraging.”
“yell at Cory, he’s the one who gave you a lobotomy.”
“I DIDNT GIVE HIM A LOBOTOMY—OK, ADAM, IM SORRY FOR BREAKING A PIECE OF YOUR HEAD OFF.”
“..whatever, im goin to ‘y room.”
Adam stands himself up and walks out of the living room, the muffled noise of a door slamming shut occurring not long after.
“..guess we’ll have the continue the recording another day.”
“..Cory you suck dude—“ Dave is immediately cut off by a slap from Cory, earning the latter another sharp glare.