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You let the presumptuous "rival" thing slide for now.
– "The whole thing is fucked up. But we're in this now." You shrug.
– "Oh come on. Say something pro-worm or anti-worm." No wonder she's always mad with that kind of attitude.
– "Okay, fuck the worm. He sure as hell doesn't care for any of us. So what? Humans would just kill us. Or put us away like that one goblin I saw."
– "Huh, monsters get taken alive? I didn't run into any heroes tonight, so I don't know." She adds somewhat sheepishly.
– "Apparently they do."
You sit in silence for a while. From your fridge perch, you watch as Rayle clumsily defeats the helpless CPU opponent. Hmpf. She's not even playing the optimal competitive stage. Could she truly be useful in your war against videogames?
Noticing the stare, she motions you over with a spare controller.
– "What, wanna play? It's not quite the rematch that I want, but beating your ass in this game could be nice too."
FUCKING IMPLYING
You scuttle over, grabbing the controller and splitting your tentacles into thinner ones for optimal button mashing. You haven't actually played this old game before, but you already know just what to say.
– "Okay. But no items, last meeting place only, and we both play Zorro"
* * *
About an hour of highly competitive mashing later and you are dangerously close to having fun. Rayle successfully bitches and whines you into playing a different stage and swapping characters, but you never bend on items. Due to the fact both of you are dogshit, the score is about even when pony accidentally melts her controller after you perform a perfect spike on her last stock.
After that she has the AUDACITY to inform you that she enjoyed getting angry at your "constant faggy zoning", and horses away to find a source of running water, while seething evenly.
