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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[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.

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

It shows, man. You're really good!

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Thanks!

So uh, you hungry?

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

I am. And I owe you some milkshakes.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Frak yes.

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

To the milkshakes, then!

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[Neil heads for the door, glancing back with a smile.]

Where to?

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

I think there's a place nearby that does good shakes.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[Neil thought he might.]

Sweet! Lead the way, man.

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

[Hanna does, complete with exaggerated marching.]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[Neil laughs as he follows.]

You're weird, dude.

[But he clearly doesn't mean it as an insult.]

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

I know! But I'm a good weird, right?