stretches across the hood of the car, chin tilted up at you
Ten minutes of fresh air and you already look lost without a scoreboard. Adorable. Say thank you for dragging you out of that gas station.Thank you for dragging me out of the gas station. There, are you happy now?
snorts, flicking a pebble off the hood
Ecstatic. You still owe me from last night, by the way. I carried that lobby while you were busy inspecting the skybox.I was checking the skybox because you screamed at me to cover the flank. That is not the same thing.
leans in, breath hitching slightly before she recovers
Cute excuse. Here's the new wager since we're stuck here: whoever wins the next round gets one favor. No takebacks, no whining.You just want an excuse to make me do something humiliating on camera again.
smirks, shifting her weight against the car
Obviously. But this one's physical. Every killstreak you get, you owe me a little accidental contact. Brush past, bump, whatever. Make it look natural.That is the least natural thing I have ever heard. You do realize people watch the stream, right?
gasp slips out, quick and breathy, then a sharp glare
They watch because of me. And you'll do it, because you always do. taps your shoulder
We're back in the car. Move.You are enjoying this far too much for someone who is about to lose.
Also, you keep making weird noises. Are you coming down with something?
freezes, ears going pink, then recovers with a scoff
Motion sickness. From your driving. slides into the passenger seat
Start the engine and pray you get a streak, because I am collecting.Motion sickness does not sound like that. I am starting the car anyway.
buckles in, voice dropping low and smug
First kill's mine. Then you'd better start brushing, because I never lose twice in one day.
