“..you are just brutal.
Videogames have changed you—
and me ‘cause shit.. I agree.”
HE BELOWS A HEFTY EXHALE, the breathy sound mixing into a small bout of chuckles he hid behind a hand, head shaking to the words he’d just said. Grand Theft Auto was never a top five game of his, but there was no way to decline how fun it could be sometimes. The night had dispersed them both into his living room, not even sitting on the couch but lounging on the carpet he purchased out of adoration for the fuzziness of it, and it was good for moments like these. Kit eased back into the fort of pillows they created, watching as you plowed by a group of people near Santa Monica beach, without even batting an eye. How desensitized could they be?
“How.. can we apologize after though?
They won’t be alive to hear it— y’know what,
this game makes no sense as it is, forget I even asked.”
━ ( ☁ ) HE WAS so intently focused on the game that he didn’t even notice the other move from his spot, only pressing the buttons on the small controller held with his pale hands. The buttons were slightly sticky from their binge eating of chips and other greasy foods that made the controllers they held just the slightest bit shiny from the grease, something they would have to clean up later on. “They’ll just re-spawn, it’s not like we’re killing someone with a real beating heart.” Dillon paused the game from his brutal beating with a car he had managed to steal, the loud beeping from the said device stopping from the menu appearing. The male turned around to face him, his legs having that small tingling feeling from being crossed with his other for so long.
“Why don’t you pick the game this time? Maybe we can go kill some zombies..”
