“You had me atMario Kart,” I admitted.
Kit cheered and fist-pumped. “Yes, another gamer!”
“I’ve been known to waste hours of downtime trying to work out how to defeat a damned rogue tomato.”
“Final Fantasy 7?” Rebel asked.
“Yup.”
“Dude. That tomato kicked my ass!” Rebel declared.
“Seriously?” Kit said. “That's, like, a baby level; it’s so early in the game.”
“And now we know what game not to play with Kit,” I chuckled. “He’ll be cussing us out for dying all the time.”
“No bull,” Rebel said.
Kit snickered. “You’re damn right, especially if you’re getting merked by the fucking tomato. Are you fucking kidding me?”
“I wish we were,” Rebel said. “But it sounds like Steel and I are in the same boat when it comes to that one.”
“Now we’ve got to get at least one of the Final Fantasy games,” Kit insisted.
“Why? Are you waiting to see what else we can’t get past?” I asked.
“It would be a source of endless amusement,” Kit hedged.
“I’m about to revisit the pillows and pizza rule,” Rebel said.
“Keep your pillows to yourself!” Kit demanded, scooting as far away from him as he could get.
“Nice, easier aim,” Rebel teased as he reached for the one he’d tucked behind his back. “It would have been harder to hit you when you were right beside me.”
No sooner were the words out of his mouth than Kit immediately scooted back.
“Thought so.”
“Stop sounding so pleased with yourself,” Kit said. “I can practically hear your smirking.”
Huffing, Rebel immediately protested. “How is that even a thing?”
“Trust me, it’s a thing,” Kit said.
“Steel?”
Had he seriously just looked to me to settle their debate?
Shit.
And with puppy dog eyes?
There was no end to how endearing he could be when he wasn’t going out of his way to try and get a rise out of someone.
“I can’t say with any certainty that it’s a thing,” I said, "but your voice does have a certain smirky quality to it when you’re pleased with yourself.”
“Come on, ganging up on me already?” He complained as a chunk of sausage rolled off his pizza and landed on his lap.
Kit dove after it, treating me to one hell of a view of him with his head on Rebel’s thighs, licking his lips as he peered up at him. “Wouldn’t want to waste it.”