@sedeciim:
just smile and laugh. aj practically ran off stage when it was time for a commercial break, her cheeks a bright red as she headed back to her dressing room. a smile tugged on her lips as she disappeared into her room.
after the segment, april had spent her time setting up the game, an excited grin on her face the entire time. she waited as patiently as she could while jimmy finished up his show, even if it left her fidgety. the clock seemed to mock her as she sat on the couch, her feet tapping the floor in time with the ticking. she’d been a nervous wreck on the show, but as far as she could tell, everybody loved it and she wasn’t going to argue with the fans. hearing the door squeak open moments later, aj jumped up and met him at the door, a grin still plastered on her face.
❝are you?❞
she dragged him over to the couch and handed him his controller before sitting back down next to him. ❝no cheating. only i’m allowed to do that.❞ she decided to be yoshi this time; practically bouncing up and down in her seat while she waited for jimmy to choose his character.
jimmy’d be lying if he didn’t admit a part of him was excited to do this. the feeling of a controller in hands placed him back in his dark childhood bedroom, the lights of some sort of mario game reflecting off his face as his dark hues focused completely on the tv screen. he remembered it as if it was only yesterday because it was one of the good parts of his childhood. the few moments when he wasn’t screaming until his throat burned and he swore if he let out one more anger filled shriek that he’d be muted permanently, and the parts where he wasn’t so filled with passive aggression that it made him shake. video games calmed him; it was why he played them before and after the show with his guest. it keep him from doing irrational things his brain ached for him to do.
his digits worked to pick his usual character, mario and once he picked him, he let a smirk settle upon his semi-chapped lips. “i can’t promise you i won’t. this game makes me aggressive,” he answered, quickly feeling like he’d done wrong by using the word aggressive. would she mention that he was aggressive to the tabloids? would his secret come out, even if she didn’t know it completely? this thought filled him with anxiety and his panic rose with each passing second. a lump in his throat was already forming and he knew this was irrational, that there was no reason to worry, but he couldn’t help it. he needed a distraction and quick. “are you ready? 1.” jimmy began the countdown, not caring if she really was or not; he was too panicked to. “2.” nerves continued to run through his veins, not even slightly calming. “3.” he pressed the start button, starting step one of the calming process. god, how he hoped that his usual mediation would work because if it didn’t, he was sure he was going to crack. for the first time in over ten years, he was going to fucking crack.














