17.) Video

[ijustlivehere]

[Neil looks like he has just seen a ghost. A very, very traumatising ghost.]

I did not want to... know... any of... oh gods.

Look, whoever's sending... stuff. Just 'cause I live with, I mean, I'm not into... augh. [He buries his face in his hands.] I mean, just stop. Please.

And if anyone knows how to unsee, or like, unknow things, then... yeah. Tell me?

[ooc: Neil has been hit with rather a lot of gay pornography today. He doesn't want to talk about it. Which means the mun would very much like you to talk to him about it.]

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[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[Neil picks the left side of the table because for some reason he decided a long time ago that's good luck. He knuckles down and puts on his Serious Business face.]

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

[Hanna tilts his glasses and gives Neil a nod, before putting his quarters in.]

Bring it on.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm bringin' it.

[Wherein "it" is really fast video game-honed reflexes, but relatively poor hand-eye coordination. So he's pretty hard to score against, but has to work pretty hard to get the puck where he wants it, too.]

You ever been here before?

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

[Hanna doesn't have the best hand-eye coordination, but he's got some fast reflexes...so they're evenly matched, it seemed.]

Once or twice, yeah...you?

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I come here after work sometimes. [a.k.a. Nearly every day after work.] And I brought Terezi here once, before she left.

[He does seem pretty comfortable with the place. All the more because he's glad Hanna's putting up a good fight but isn't kicking his ass too badly.]

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

[The way that Hanna's playing, putting a good effort into his swings...it shows he's not just letting Neil win.]

Cool! You practice a lot, then?

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Not so much this. Some of the music games, though. And the fighters-- I'm really good at those.

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

I gotta see you play the fighters then! I'm a big pinball dude, myself...oh, and old school arcade games.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Pinball, cool. Like that The Who song, only you're not deaf and dumb, and uh, mostly not blind.

I like the classics, too. You ever play Galaga?

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

Exactly!

I am a king of Galaga.

[He grins wickedly at his air hockey opponent.]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Awesome. [He grins and delivers a very enthusiastic shot.] I've got the high score on the machine here-- think you can beat it?

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

Haha, I bet I could!

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

You are so on.

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

After I beat your butt at air hockey!!

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Hey, score's still tied! Don't get ahead of yourself!

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

The game's still afoot, Watson!

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Damn right.

[Neil is a terrible Watson, but a pretty good air hockey opponent; he's only behind by one point when the game ends.]

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

[Hanna laughs and makes sure to shake Neil's hand once the game is done.]

Heh, good game, Watson.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you too. [Normally Neil hates losing, but he doesn't seem to mind at all right now.]

Let's see if you can do as good with Galaga.

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

Oh, I will. I will.

[Hanna grins at Neil, making a mental note to get him snacks later.]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[Neil shows Hanna to the cabinet where his high score is a little upwards of 220,000.]

I spent all afternoon on that one once.

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

...Dude. That...that is really good.

[Hanna looks a little intimidated now.]

Tell you what. If I beat that score, I'll buy you fries and a milkshake...if I don't, I'll buy you fries and 2 milkshakes.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[Can't argue with that.]

Deal!

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

Awesome, we're on.

[He goes into his pocket, grabbing a bunch of quarters out.]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[Neil crosses his arms over his chest and watches. He's a good, quiet backseat gamer too-- all encouragement and no obnoxious "pointers.]