[He goes for the bed, dropping his haul down but before he starts to sort - salty, sweet, chocolate, chewy... He moves over to her, leaning to look at the device on her leg. He snorts because it seems so familiar, and he can't wait for it to chirp at them every other hour.]
Got it as a prize! I placed third in chess. [ They may have not won couple's tennis, but she considers this her redemption. Another point for Queen Lauralae! ] Give me one of those. Any of them.
[ She sticks out her arm, motions her fingers like she's telling him to come over. ]
[He brings over Pringles and some offbrand version of a Mars bar - holding them akimbo, like he's pretending to be from a western. Pew pew. Take your pick.]
Ah, shit, you played really fucking well.
[He wonders what first place got.]
I promise to be present for every family milestone. Something something daddy issues.
Thank you, [ Two words, two music notes, for the Pringles and the praise. ] Here—
[ She makes her way to the bed to sit by his side, prying the lid and ripping the cover off the tube. She's chewing by the time the tamagotchi is put on the mattress between them, one tiny button pressed to declare that the egg is ready to hatch. Give it a few seconds, and…! ]
[He's standing over her, leaning down to look with a mars bar dupe held to his chest and his other hand on his hip. There is a moment of considering silence and gentle bewilderment. Pixels are sometimes so tricky, y'know?]
[ She laughs with a frown, lovingly baffled by the attempt. It earns him a kiss on the cheek regardless, tamagotchi handed over before she scoots up, sitting against the wall with another chip in her mouth. ]
[He flops onto the bed, holding the tamagotchi in outstretched hands - bound to drop it on his face but for the moment, just studiously staring at it. He speaks as if a little absent-minded in response:]
Hm? Oh, the one I gave you? I gave you that, babe.
[ A grin comes first, then a patient lean forward, meeting his lips for an innocent kiss. This man is going to do some damage to her heart one day, isn't he?
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Where'd you even find this thing? Little Gobs.
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[ She sticks out her arm, motions her fingers like she's telling him to come over. ]
'You ever had a tamagotchi?
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Ah, shit, you played really fucking well.
[He wonders what first place got.]
I promise to be present for every family milestone. Something something daddy issues.
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[ She makes her way to the bed to sit by his side, prying the lid and ripping the cover off the tube. She's chewing by the time the tamagotchi is put on the mattress between them, one tiny button pressed to declare that the egg is ready to hatch. Give it a few seconds, and…! ]
Wait. What is that.
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[He's standing over her, leaning down to look with a mars bar dupe held to his chest and his other hand on his hip. There is a moment of considering silence and gentle bewilderment. Pixels are sometimes so tricky, y'know?]
That - that's uh. Hm.
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[What the fuck abominati-]
Well. Maybe the ears will grow in.
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[ That really does not sit like one. ]
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[Right?]
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[ I placed third and all I got was a defective pet. ]
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[He's trying.]
Whatever, it's less fucked up than I am on a good day so - love and cherish, yadda yadda. Do I get to babysit? Gimme. I wanna feed it.
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I still have your ring, by the way.
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Hm? Oh, the one I gave you? I gave you that, babe.
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Are you sure?
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[Now he's looking up, attention caught - and relaxing:]
You're not divorcing me already are you? I'll be destitute.
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He gets a soft pat on his cheek. ]
I want it.
[ I want you.
No, that's cringe. ]
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[He brightens, and then leans to kiss her again - just as light.]
You should give me a ring back, then.
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Okay. What kinda ring do you want?
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[And know that it's what you picked for him, too.]
🎀
I can do that.
[ And she feeds him a chip. Maybe she'll reach down his pants in a bit, too. As a treat. ]