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"Hey, Cole! They left you, too? I thought it was just me." Jay held out a wiimote from his spot on the couch. "Wanna join me?"
"They didn't 'leave us'; they just don't need everybody for a standard bank robbery threat." He took the wiimote.
"Hey, potato, tomato, man. Let's play some Wii Sports."
"Oh, yeah. Which game?"
"Hm... bowling? I don't wanna play tennis after what happened last time..."
"You mean when you forgot to put the safety strap on and accidentally threw the remote at Kai's face and he got so mad he tackled you and you started slapping each other like a cartoon cat fight until you both lost your balance and tripped and fell and bumped into Master Wu while he was carrying a pot of tea and the pot shattered when he dropped it—"
"SHUT UP! WE'RE PLAYING WII BOWLING!"
"Alright, let's do it!"
Jay quit whatever he was playing and opened the game.
"Just remember to put the strap on," Cole chided.
"That's it! I'm gonna destroy you!"
"Bring it on!" He grinned.
"Don't tell me to put the strap on!"
"I'm just looking out for you!"
"I'll... I'll strap YOU on...!"
"What does that even mean?"
"It means I'm gonna crush you! I'm... strapping you into the car that drives to your defeat!"
"Uh huh."
"And the car isn't even nice! It's a junker!"
"Oh, yeah?"
"And the oil hasn't been changed in 15 years!"
"Would it even run...?"
"It runs on my hunger for vengeance!"
"Oh, man, I'm so scared!"
"You should be!"
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Cole fidgeted with the D-pad, adjusting the angle of his trajectory carefully. It never stopped right where he wanted it to, so he kept going back and forth, back and forth.
"Come on, man, we don't have all day."
"It's mocking me," Cole muttered.
Jay snorted. "You gotta go at some point!"
"Don't rush me! I need this spare!"
"What does 'need' really mean, anyway?" Jay got up and put an arm around his shoulders, leaving the free one to scratch his chin as he stared off into nothing. "If you really think about it, it's all pointless, anyway. Given that I'm going to win, do you really 'need' anything?"
"You're gonna 'need' to eat those words when I'm through with you," Cole told him.
"Oh yeah? And uh... how's that going for ya, buddy?" He gave Cole a few pats. "That working out? I mean, looking at the score and all..."
"I got it!" Cole exited the angle adjustment mode. "Now back off, it's time to roll!"
"Aw, that's cute! You think you've got a handle on the game!" Jay ruffled his hair.
"The more you fuck with me, the stronger I become." He managed to avoid hitting Jay and rolled the ball, perfectly straight with just a touch of spin.
His faithful ball went forth and knocked the first pin down, ricocheting perfectly into the second pin and annihilating the split.
"Great shot!" The game announced.
Cole pumped a fist. "Spare!"
"A spare won't save you," Jay said darkly. "Wait, no." He got back in character. "A spare won't spare you."
"Hey, for someone who's so sure he's gonna win, you keep doing an awful lot to mess with my game. You afraid?"
"As if!"
"Then you don't need to keep touching me while I aim, do you?"
"I don't need to, I just want to."
"Oh! Okay, glad we got that settled! You want to touch me!"
Jay shoved his arm.
"I rest my case. Jay loves touching Cole and wants to do it all the time."
He was getting a bit red, now. "Do you even hear yourself?"
"I sure do. Am I lying? Am I wrong?"
Jay crossed his arms. "...Sounds more to me like you want me to touch you, not the other way around." His blush betrayed him.
He raised his hands in surrender. "Hey, both can be true at once! That's all I'm saying! Go on, now, it's your turn!" He flopped back down on the couch.
A pout overcame his lips. He got into his stance and advanced up to the point of releasing the ball, but then stopped, and the game returned him to his starting position.
"What's up? You all shaken up, now?"
Jay shot him a look over his shoulder. "...You're not gonna try to mess with me...?"
Cole grinned. "Oh, man. You say that like you want me to."
"I just... think it's odd that you aren't even trying. It's like you won't really do anything to win."
He chuckled. "Well, I suppose it's only fair." Cole got back up and stood behind Jay, gently placing his hands on Jay's waist. "Go on, then," he muttered by Jay's ear. "Make the throw."
Jay froze.
"...Sorry. Was that too much?" Cole backed off.
"No, uh... no. I just... man, now I definitely can't make the throw."
Cole tilted his head.
"You ruined the game." He shook his head. "No, I mean, that was. Uh. Hot. But how am I supposed to play bowling now? I can't crush you anymore! You distracted me too hard! I stuck to leaning on you for a reason! Now I wanna make out with you!"
"Aw, shit." He scratched his hair. "I mean, we can make out after this. But I'm with you. We gotta finish this..."
Jay slapped his own cheeks. "Get back in the zone!"
"Back in the zone," Cole echoed.
"Back in the zone! Yeah!" He turned back to the TV and gave an enthusiastic throw.
The wiimote flew from Jay's hand and smashed directly into the television. It left a crater of black and several colored lines across the whole screen, and then it fell to the floor with a final crack.
They both just stared. The bowling alley ambiance from the game was both distant and deafening.
"...You, uh. You forgot the strap again," Cole said softly.
A tiny, miserable, near-inaudible whine left Jay's throat.
"...We could skip to making out, now."
Jay shook his head.
"Okay."