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.]

Comments

[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.]

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

[Hanna is actually quite good at Galaga...but it's been a long time since he's played Galaga. So when he finally does end up dying...his score is right under Neil's.]

Well, it looks like I owe you fries and 2 milkshakes.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Dude... your first try. That was friggin' good.

Okay, fries and milkshakes! But not before I kick your ass at Soul Calibur.

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

I'm out of practice, what can I say. You've got a better score. Who knows, though, maybe I'll beat it someday!

OH, really?

[Hanna grins wickedly.]

Bring it on.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[So much smiling! It's been so long since anyone was properly impressed by his achievements.]

I only have one rule. You can't pick Kilik.

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

[Well, Neil is Quite Cool, after all.]

Aw, dude, really? Fine.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Sorry man, Kilik's always been my character.

[So he's feeding coins into the machine and grabbing Kilik for himself on the selection screen.]

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

Fine, fine, I'll play somebody else...

[He just grabs another character randomly off the selection screen.]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[Neil picks a random arena for the match and hunches down over the controls, putting his Concentration Face on.

Annnnd he is a flurry of quarter-circle-forwards and grabs and fancy long-range work with Kilik's staff. His fingers jam deftly against the controls in a blur. He's totally In The Zone, basically. This is his game.]

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

[Aaaand Hanna gets the shit kicked out of him. He looks totally stunned.]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[Neil smirks-- as good-naturedly as he can, but he really is very smug.]

Only one person's ever beaten me at that, and that was under special circumstances.

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

Wow...that was...wow, dude.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[Neil cracks his knuckles and basks in the commendation, not acting entirely unlike a puppy being praised.]

I kinda practise a lot.