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cocktail_loliCurled in the corner of the living, a familar 8-bit diddy quietly ringing from his earbuds, Maitai carefully manipulated the buttons on little black box, occasionally emitting little squeaks and whines as he played. Across the room, his younger brother, Aziz, lay spread out on the couch, playing a similar, if sleaker device that blared rock music, the sound of gun fire, and explosions. And unlike his quiet sibling, his game was accompanied by a running commentary of "DIE DIE DIE!!!" "Take that, you soul sucking son of a bitch!" "Oh you mother fuckering asshole!" and "P-P-P-POW!"
The center of the room had been cleared away, eldest brother Baqir and his linebacker friend, Atuad, taking up a majrity of the floor. The pair growled and grunted, grappling as if their very lives depended it on. Occasionally one of them would snarl and throw out a taunt, flipping the other to the floor with a thud that shook the house, only to be thrown off and tackled with an equally house-shaking belly flop. Biting, scratching, kicking and punching they tumbled around the room, every once in a while tumbling into furniture until they ran head first into Maitai, who dropped his handheld with a screech.
"Mario!" he shrieked, diving for the game as soon as he untangled himself from the much larger trolls. "Oh my gawd, please don't be broken, don't be broken, OH NO I DIED!"
Baqir, now loosely settled in Atuad's lap, rolled his eyes. Fuck, his little brothers were stupid. "I don't see how you two can sit around all day with those damn things. They're boring and there're better thing you could be doing."
"Like what?" Aziz drawled, confident in his place out of harm's reach. "Rolling around on the ground homo-erotically with my best friend?"
Biting back a snarl, Baqir dove forward, barely stopped by the stupidly snickering Atuad. Who slowly began to realize that meant him too. "Hey!" he snapped, "At least we have friends, unlike you losers!"
"Yeah, special friends..." With a yelp, the teen dove over the back of the couch, scrambling away as the two wrestlers barreled towards his gangly ass.
Completely forgotten, Maitai snatched up Aziz's game and started playing, phrases like "DIE!" and "Son of a bitch!" coming from his mouth to the sound of explosions and gun fire.
Upstairs, completely out of harm's way, Kywii sat with a friend, trading YuGiOh cards and ignoring the sound of ramp
]aging hormones pounding away outside his bedroom door.
The center of the room had been cleared away, eldest brother Baqir and his linebacker friend, Atuad, taking up a majrity of the floor. The pair growled and grunted, grappling as if their very lives depended it on. Occasionally one of them would snarl and throw out a taunt, flipping the other to the floor with a thud that shook the house, only to be thrown off and tackled with an equally house-shaking belly flop. Biting, scratching, kicking and punching they tumbled around the room, every once in a while tumbling into furniture until they ran head first into Maitai, who dropped his handheld with a screech.
"Mario!" he shrieked, diving for the game as soon as he untangled himself from the much larger trolls. "Oh my gawd, please don't be broken, don't be broken, OH NO I DIED!"
Baqir, now loosely settled in Atuad's lap, rolled his eyes. Fuck, his little brothers were stupid. "I don't see how you two can sit around all day with those damn things. They're boring and there're better thing you could be doing."
"Like what?" Aziz drawled, confident in his place out of harm's reach. "Rolling around on the ground homo-erotically with my best friend?"
Biting back a snarl, Baqir dove forward, barely stopped by the stupidly snickering Atuad. Who slowly began to realize that meant him too. "Hey!" he snapped, "At least we have friends, unlike you losers!"
"Yeah, special friends..." With a yelp, the teen dove over the back of the couch, scrambling away as the two wrestlers barreled towards his gangly ass.
Completely forgotten, Maitai snatched up Aziz's game and started playing, phrases like "DIE!" and "Son of a bitch!" coming from his mouth to the sound of explosions and gun fire.
Upstairs, completely out of harm's way, Kywii sat with a friend, trading YuGiOh cards and ignoring the sound of ramp
]aging hormones pounding away outside his bedroom door.
