Anonymous Sat 28 Sep 2024 22:30:44 No.69547342 Report

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>>69547324
Cynthia beats greene in a fighting game , they end up fighting irl because cynthia was annoying over it
but then they cuddle

Anonymous Sat 28 Sep 2024 22:45:09 No.69547683 Report

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>>69547342

>"Yeah that's right, bitch. Hold this unblockable."
>I start to find my eye twitching. A solid ten minutes of her just constantly and completely mouthing off as I play this ancient fighting game with her. She's playing some tanned guy wearing nothing but wrapped cloth for underwear. I picked the blond guy in the red gi on her instruction. I've gotten maybe a single round in as she just uses me as a training dummy.
>The screen shows I've been perfected again, not even able to touch her as she flails back, popping off. Again.
>"Damn, scrub. You gonna learn to block or what?" She grins extremely widely at me as she wipes her sweating palms on her shorts. I groan and just cut my losses. She's some sort of pro here and I'm in way over my head. I put the controller down and accept my lashings.
>This doesn't sit well. She cocks her head at me and pouts, "C'mon dude a few more." I just give her an extremely unenthused look. She pleads but I shut it down.
>"Cynthia are we gonna actually work on that group project or are you just going to shit talk me while we play fighting games?"
>I get a deep frown as she relents. Untucking her legs and hopping off the bed to go grab the worksheet we've got to fill out. A small report that we have to present in front of the class in a few days.
>I notice she's already got most of it filled out as it's tossed into my hands. I flip through a few pages to see that she's probably just got some notes off the internet. I can't say I wasn't planning the exact same thing.
>She peeks her head over while I'm reading, checking along as I check to make sure everything seems right, grabbing a small pencil that accompanied the pages and making some edits to make sure we're not just reading off the internet verbatim. I find her quickly lose focus and go right onto her phone. Wonderful.
>I finish the latter half of the work and check once again. Should be fine, I think. Gotta rehearse this, now.
cont.

Anonymous Sat 28 Sep 2024 22:59:03 No.69548035 Report

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>>69547683
>I look over to see her paying no attention whatsoever. Even calling her name can't snap her out of the phone. I end up having to grab at her leg.
>A startled yelp as I get a tail swatted at me, almost knocking me back. I gnash my teeth and hold in the anger as she barks at me.
>"The hell, Greene?"
>I huff, "We have to memorize this and speak it in turns. Mr. Birdmen was pretty clear we can't just read off a sheet." She lets out a long and pained sigh as she slowly takes the notes from me, glancing between it and me a few times as she reads.
>"Can't you just do the speech?"
>I fold my arms, "Not unless you want a fifty."
>Another long and bemoaning groan. Seems she's finally broken of it as her face drops to neutral as she reads, snout moving slightly as she commits the parts to memory that have been marked for her to read.
>She gives it a full read and then just unceremoniously tosses the stapled collection of papers back at me.
>"Alright, take pictures of the thing and memorize on your own time." I notice a smile returning as she quickly goes right back to the controller, eyebrows motioning for me to join her.
>I try to deny, "Cynthia why don't you have Maria or Amber play this with you? Hell even Sera plays more games than I do."
>It seems I've struck a bit of a nerve. A mix of hurt and anger strikes her as she roughly slams the controller down onto the bed.
>"...they don't want to."
>In my exhaustion with her I let slip something I ought not to, "Maybe if you didn't gloat the entire time..."
>It does what you'd expect. She's almost shaking in anger and disdain. Goddamn this mouth of mine. She looks away from me as I think I see makings of tears in her eyes.
>Quickly I try and walk it back. "Shit, I wasn't trying to be mean, Cynthia. Sorry."
>She doesn't turn back. That self-doubt creeps right in. Might as well not have any friends if all I'm going to do is kick them when they're vulnerable.
cont.

Anonymous Sat 28 Sep 2024 23:07:57 No.69548264 Report

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>>69548035
>A small idea sprouts in me. I slowly reach over and grab the controller off the bed where I'd set it earlier. Cynthia's already picked her character and I move the cursor over to mine, picking and selecting the stage. The game starts to load in and I notice her head at an angle toward the TV.
>The round starts and I keep half-attention on her as I move my character over and start slapping a few buttons to poke at hers. The health bar starts dropping. The noise has her attention as her face ever-so-slowly starts to drift ahead.
>At about the twenty-percentile mark I notice her character block, the return with a full combo. Her body still twisted aside but head craning to look at the TV as she whoops me some more. Quietly, this time.
>Round ends as it always does. 2-0. The screen returns to character select as she chances a small look at me. Her eyes large and wet. I shrug and ask.
>"Another?"
>Her face pulls into a smile as she turns to face the front fully now. Moving over to be a little bit closer. Energy returns slightly as she wipes her face and picks the same as always.
>I enter the arena for another smearing and hear her start to open her mouth again, preparing for more of her talk. Instead it's a sort of promise.
>"You'll get better with practice."
>I'm a bit stricken with confusion as the next round starts. I glance down to see she's fully still engrossed in the match. As the round goes on I even feel her lean over, bumping her head into my arm a few times as she goes.
>As the match ends I hear her clear her throat.
>"Hey uh, next time you come over I'll teach you, okay?"
>Dumbfounded I nod along. Next time? I try to parse the words as she beams at me, setting the controller down to reach back over to her phone. She scowls at it as she speaks.
>"You good tomorrow?"
>I quickly check my empty schedule mentally. "Yeah."
cont, one more.

Anonymous Sat 28 Sep 2024 23:14:38 No.69548420 Report

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>She hops off the bed again and I join her, stretching my legs. Been at this for a few hours now. I peek at the window to see it's starting to get dark. Must've been here a bit longer than I'd thought.
>My legs carry me over to the door as she follows as I go. I give a wave to her mom in the living room as I head for the front door, surprised when Cynthia follows me outside as well.
>I turn to see her staring at the floor, starting to stammer. "I uh, I'm sorry. Thanks for this."
>I nod and tragedy strikes. The world's most awkward hug is initiated. I notice she's sort of invading my personal space and ready to accept it but...she seems to have expected me to step in as well.
>It's too late to rectify that as my arm's up and we one-arm, sideways with a huge space betwween us, hug. She steps back and almost slams her face with her hand as I myself feel the horrible awkwardness. I clear my throat and speak.
>Some higher being must have a cruel sense of humor as my voice even manages to crack as I say goodbye, "See, ya-A"
>I clench my jaw and ready for a laugh but she just looks at me empathetically. Pot and kettle it seems. She waves at me as I step off her porch and start to head home. I glance back once to see her still standing on the front porch, watching me as I'm almost a full block away. Another wave between us as I round a corner and leave her view.

Fin

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