>>47949017>>47951170Abhorrent prompt.
But I do like TF2.
>”What are you doing?”>You jumped, jostling the mouse and throwing your aim off a moment before you readjusted.>One would think you’d be used to her doing that after all these months.>You saw a small smirk on her face out of the corner of your eye.>Another successful show of stealthiness. ”TF2.” You answered.
>Zoroark furrowed her brow.>”I don’t know what a tee-eff is.”“Oh, right.” You said, rounding a corner to fire at a scout.
“Team Fortress 2. It’s fun.”
>Zoroark scratched herself and stood next to you, watching.>After beating an oblivious sniper to death with your melee weapon she pulled over another chair.>”What do you do?”“Uh, it depends.”
“Sometimes, you have to capture something the other team has.”
“Here, my team has to stop the blue guys from pushing a kart.”
>You demonstrated, shooting at the distant payload as three teammates swarmed the attackers pushing it.“Other maps have you capture points.”
>”Points?”“Uh…” You needed a moment to think.
>Thankfully, your head was blown off by the sniper with the ugly hat from earlier. He waved in your killcam.”Territory. They’re fighting over an important spot that you have to stand on to capture.”
>”Hmm…”>”How do you know who to hunt?” She said, pointing to your weapon.>You smiled at her odd choice of words.”You’re either red or blue. You go after the other guys.
>”So you’re red?” She deduced.>”Good.” She said, running her claws through her crimson hair like a comb.>”What do you look like?”>You jumped to a safe spot and taunted.>”He has a nice hat.”“Thank you.” You said, smiling.
>Favorite hat on your favorite class.>Unfortunately, your spot wasn’t as safe as you hoped.>A spy backstabbed you a few seconds after your death.>”Oh! What happened!?””He killed me. With a knife.”
>You silently scolded yourself for not paying attention to the decloak noise.>”So… Dying doesn’t really kill you?” Zoroark asked, puzzled at your respawn. 
