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xp_logsSam meets Sharon and the teenage boy squad.
"Sharon!" Liam groaned as she fell off the rainbow road just as he came around the bend, the action causing him to fall off right behind her. He might've been a little too close. She might've left a shell.
The common room was currently full of mostly- teens screaming at the TV as they played the game or enjoying various snacks as they waited for a controller.
"It is broken!" Sharon insisted, thrusting the controller under Liam's nose in an especially accusing way. "You fear my skills, you have given me the broken one."
"Uh huh," Liam agreed, rolling his eyes, "That's clearly it. Not that you suck and need more practice. Nope."
Shatterstar was having much more success in his attempts at Mario Kart. He was staring at the screen with a single minded focus, barely even noticing how close he and Rictor were sitting.
"Hey!" He said at the banana peel he barely missed, reaching over Rictor to punch Match in the arm.
Match spat the strings of his hoodie out of his mouth though his eyes didn’t leave the screen.
“Ouch! That’s interference! And Cats, sit back down, you’re blocking my view. We'll trade controllers after this round.” He attempted to placate the woman as he tried to raise his head above her moving form.
Rictor, squeezed between Shatterstar and Match, was the odd man out for the 4-player game, but he was amused to witness the battle. "No, I got next and I'll take your controller, Sharon, show you how it's done!"
Sam heard the tell-tale sound of a group of teenagers playing a video game and huffed a laugh through his nose. He stole a quick glance towards the group as he walked past, hands shoved in his pockets and grinned when he saw some kids he recognized. "Oh! Hey Liam! And- Sharon right? It's good to see y'all again, who's winnin'?"
"Get out of my face!" Liam snapped at Sharon, ears down in displeasure and ignoring the newcomer as he tried to yeet Sharon over to the nearby couch. She wouldn't budge. "You made me lose!"
Vaguely, he waved at Sam.
Sharon, supremely unimpressed by attempts at scruffing by someone half a foot shorter than her, gave Liam an open-mouthed hiss. "Cheaters shall not be accommodated."
“Cats it's not cheating, you drove off the road, you’ll do better next time. I mean what it’s like your second time playing the game?” Match closed his eyes, realizing what he’d said and to who. When he opened them again he was looking at Sharon. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
The girl turned on him, her eyes enormous with betrayal. "You insult Catseye? You question her in front of our peers? You do this, and do not even think to check if stranger is threat to our children?" She spun on her heel, tail stiff with wounded dignity. "I think this marriage will not work."
There was a soft sound, and abruptly a pile of empty clothes fell to the ground. An instant later a purple housecat emerged from the neck of the sweater and shot out of the room, its tail a flag of indignation.
“You can’t just leave your clothes lying around! We’ve talked about that! Cats!” The boy called after the retreating cat. An insufferable wave of heat rolled off him as he groaned before getting up to snatch the clothes and follow after.
“Move please.” He snapped at the man in the doorway, sounding in no way sorry as he shouldered past to stomp back toward their room.
"Don't worry about them," Rictor reassured the stranger as he reached to pick up one of the abandoned controllers. "Lovers quarrel all the time. They'll make up soon, at least for their children. Hi, I'm Rictor."
"Sam, pleasure ta meet ya." Sam said, nodding and looking around at the others. "They got many kids?"
"Three boys," Shatterstar said, barely glancing at Sam as he finished his race on the screen. Just because Match and Sharon left didn't mean he should be deprived his win. He turned to look more closely at Sam once his character passed the finish line. "I'm Shatterstar."
"Wait, three?" Liam looked around, "Who's the third?"
Rictor smirked at Shatterstar then turned to Liam. "Tú, gatito. Eres el débil de la camada."
Even his poor Spanish understood that, "No I'm not!" he shoved at Rictor's shoulder, grabbing Sharon's discarded controller and tossing it to Sam, "Tu Loco," he added, his accent terrible.
Sam caught it easily with one hand, realization dawned on him that the relationship and children had likely been a joke. "Y'all want me to play?" He asked, shaking the controller in his hand for good measure. "I'll warn y'all now, I'm the oldest o' nine, I won't go easy on ya."
"We need a fourth," Shatterstar said simply. "And a worthy foe is a worthy foe. None of us are cowards when it comes to competition," he said, not afraid to speak for others, even if what he said wasn't entirely accurate. But then, Sharon wasn't here anymore.
“Fair ‘nough.” Sam said, moving to sit beside Shatterstar, posture as relaxed as can be as he sat, controller in hand. “Rainbow road still?”
"Let's do a different one," Liam suggested, "The desert one? Does anyone have Thanksgiving plans?"
"I'm going back to Boston on the Tuesday night and coming back here Friday," Shatterstar sighed, starting to regret his insistence he go home for the holidays. He liked it much more here, and was also probably going to miss out on whatever Terry was making. Unfortunately. He touched his knee to Rictor's. "So I won't be here."
"That's okay," Rictor replied as Princess Daisy cheered him for choosing her as his racer. "We can still do movie night when you return. I found one called Blood Freak about a man who turns into a turkey after he takes drugs. Hmm, do you think he could be Sharon's cousin?"
"Sharon!" Liam groaned as she fell off the rainbow road just as he came around the bend, the action causing him to fall off right behind her. He might've been a little too close. She might've left a shell.
The common room was currently full of mostly- teens screaming at the TV as they played the game or enjoying various snacks as they waited for a controller.
"It is broken!" Sharon insisted, thrusting the controller under Liam's nose in an especially accusing way. "You fear my skills, you have given me the broken one."
"Uh huh," Liam agreed, rolling his eyes, "That's clearly it. Not that you suck and need more practice. Nope."
Shatterstar was having much more success in his attempts at Mario Kart. He was staring at the screen with a single minded focus, barely even noticing how close he and Rictor were sitting.
"Hey!" He said at the banana peel he barely missed, reaching over Rictor to punch Match in the arm.
Match spat the strings of his hoodie out of his mouth though his eyes didn’t leave the screen.
“Ouch! That’s interference! And Cats, sit back down, you’re blocking my view. We'll trade controllers after this round.” He attempted to placate the woman as he tried to raise his head above her moving form.
Rictor, squeezed between Shatterstar and Match, was the odd man out for the 4-player game, but he was amused to witness the battle. "No, I got next and I'll take your controller, Sharon, show you how it's done!"
Sam heard the tell-tale sound of a group of teenagers playing a video game and huffed a laugh through his nose. He stole a quick glance towards the group as he walked past, hands shoved in his pockets and grinned when he saw some kids he recognized. "Oh! Hey Liam! And- Sharon right? It's good to see y'all again, who's winnin'?"
"Get out of my face!" Liam snapped at Sharon, ears down in displeasure and ignoring the newcomer as he tried to yeet Sharon over to the nearby couch. She wouldn't budge. "You made me lose!"
Vaguely, he waved at Sam.
Sharon, supremely unimpressed by attempts at scruffing by someone half a foot shorter than her, gave Liam an open-mouthed hiss. "Cheaters shall not be accommodated."
“Cats it's not cheating, you drove off the road, you’ll do better next time. I mean what it’s like your second time playing the game?” Match closed his eyes, realizing what he’d said and to who. When he opened them again he was looking at Sharon. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
The girl turned on him, her eyes enormous with betrayal. "You insult Catseye? You question her in front of our peers? You do this, and do not even think to check if stranger is threat to our children?" She spun on her heel, tail stiff with wounded dignity. "I think this marriage will not work."
There was a soft sound, and abruptly a pile of empty clothes fell to the ground. An instant later a purple housecat emerged from the neck of the sweater and shot out of the room, its tail a flag of indignation.
“You can’t just leave your clothes lying around! We’ve talked about that! Cats!” The boy called after the retreating cat. An insufferable wave of heat rolled off him as he groaned before getting up to snatch the clothes and follow after.
“Move please.” He snapped at the man in the doorway, sounding in no way sorry as he shouldered past to stomp back toward their room.
"Don't worry about them," Rictor reassured the stranger as he reached to pick up one of the abandoned controllers. "Lovers quarrel all the time. They'll make up soon, at least for their children. Hi, I'm Rictor."
"Sam, pleasure ta meet ya." Sam said, nodding and looking around at the others. "They got many kids?"
"Three boys," Shatterstar said, barely glancing at Sam as he finished his race on the screen. Just because Match and Sharon left didn't mean he should be deprived his win. He turned to look more closely at Sam once his character passed the finish line. "I'm Shatterstar."
"Wait, three?" Liam looked around, "Who's the third?"
Rictor smirked at Shatterstar then turned to Liam. "Tú, gatito. Eres el débil de la camada."
Even his poor Spanish understood that, "No I'm not!" he shoved at Rictor's shoulder, grabbing Sharon's discarded controller and tossing it to Sam, "Tu Loco," he added, his accent terrible.
Sam caught it easily with one hand, realization dawned on him that the relationship and children had likely been a joke. "Y'all want me to play?" He asked, shaking the controller in his hand for good measure. "I'll warn y'all now, I'm the oldest o' nine, I won't go easy on ya."
"We need a fourth," Shatterstar said simply. "And a worthy foe is a worthy foe. None of us are cowards when it comes to competition," he said, not afraid to speak for others, even if what he said wasn't entirely accurate. But then, Sharon wasn't here anymore.
“Fair ‘nough.” Sam said, moving to sit beside Shatterstar, posture as relaxed as can be as he sat, controller in hand. “Rainbow road still?”
"Let's do a different one," Liam suggested, "The desert one? Does anyone have Thanksgiving plans?"
"I'm going back to Boston on the Tuesday night and coming back here Friday," Shatterstar sighed, starting to regret his insistence he go home for the holidays. He liked it much more here, and was also probably going to miss out on whatever Terry was making. Unfortunately. He touched his knee to Rictor's. "So I won't be here."
"That's okay," Rictor replied as Princess Daisy cheered him for choosing her as his racer. "We can still do movie night when you return. I found one called Blood Freak about a man who turns into a turkey after he takes drugs. Hmm, do you think he could be Sharon's cousin?"
