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]

Eugh. I'll stop worrying about it when the City stops... making me wear makeup and look at dicks and shit.

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but if you wait for that, you'll worry forever!!

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[Right. And here is a wave of burying-face-in-hands bleakness.]

You're probably right. This suuuuuucks.

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

Aw, Neil...don't feel so down...let's go do something fun, how bout that?

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[Ah, this is why he likes you, Hanna! You make it hard for him to sulk.] Sure. Like what?

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

Hmm...wanna go play video games?

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Only always.

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

Then let's go play video games!

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Do you wanna come to my place? Er, there's also an arcade, I went there once...

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

Who says we have to pick one? We could go and do both.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Awesome! Let's start with the arcade, and we can go back to my place when we get tired or whatever. I think there's still beer in the fridge.

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

Brilliant! Let's go, then!

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Meet you at the arcade!

[He will scrounge around for coins briefly and then high-tail it there.]

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

Haha, I'll beat you there!!

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Yeah right! Wanna bet?

[Except, yeah, Hanna totally will win.]

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

No, because I don't wanna take your arcade money when I win.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Psh. Cocky.

[But he won't press the issue. He doesn't want to lose his money, either.]

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

Hehe.

[Well, who knows. Hanna could lose.]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[Or he could trip over his own shoelaces and have to stop to tie them, which is what actually happens. He doesn't show up too late, though. Just slightly wounded, both in minor scrapes and pride.]

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

[Hanna made sure to wait for him outside the arcade, and he looks concerned as Neil shows up with his minor scrapes.]

Are you okay, man?

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Huh? Oh, uh, yeah. Tripped over a-- thing.

So games? What're you up for first?

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

You okay? You got scuffed up pretty bad...we could get some bandages and then go play air hockey...?

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

I'm fine, really. Hardly broke the skin. [He's grinning against it. Well, at least he's not bleeding.] Air hockey sounds cool.

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

Well, okay...Air hockey it is, then! Let's go!

[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.]