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You can bet your ass it will.

[ she waits for the countdown and then manages to time her start perfectly, getting the boost, which puts her ahead of their ai competitors, but did mr. scams get it too? ]

[ But of course.

Not only that -- he knows every shortcut, every exploit, and the location of every item on every single level. Which he is absolutely taking advantage of; holding back just isn't how he plays games.

RIP amnesia D.Va. ]

[ if he's going to use some of these "tricks" on the first lap, then guess who is going to be taking advantage of this knowledge on the second lap. you're not the only one capable of breaking the game, so to speak. ]

Did you really think you could get rid of me that easily?

[ He laughs. ]

If I thought this would be easy, I wouldn't be bothering with it at all.

It looks like RNGesus is on MY side this morning. I hope you're ready to eat shit, King.

I hope you have more of a plan than luck.

He's just my co-pilot. [ snorts and sends a few red shells his way. ]

[ The first one collides, which fortunately means the next two don't do much -- he grits his teeth a bit as he jams the gas on the controller, trying to make up the lost distance. ]

[ as soon as the first one connects she's going to mcfucken laugh. it's enough to give her a chance to grab another item and zoom zoom zoom! guess who is getting hit as soon as he recovers; KING. ]

Beep beep, Scammy, the real winner is coming through~

[ Surely she knows this will lead to revenge? Surely.

He moves from leisurely amusement to must destroy opponent-mode quickly, pulling out every stop to try and beat her by the third lap. ]

[ and it's a narrow victory, but king manages to take it, which has her grumbling under her breath. ] Your pick, King of Scams

[ To his credit, he doesn't gloat about the win, just smirks.

And leads her over to a shooting game. ]

This one, then.

[ follows him and grabs one of the guns. ]

Fine by me. [ as soon as he's got his gun she slaps the start button and away they go. she's not going to pull any punches. ]

[ only headshots, baby!
and though she doesn't know the levels as well as he does she can guess ( and pretty well, at that ) where hidden collectables and power-ups are, so pew pew pew, enjoy having some competitions for those. ]

[ Listen, sometimes with or without memories, the soul just knows when you're a someone who was raised on FPS, and when you're not.

1000BC children don't qualify here.

Which is to say -- she eks out a victory, even if he makes her fight tooth and nail for it. ]

Well done.

Now for the last game... since it's a tie, hm. [ she looks around to see if she can't find a coin or something. AND OH LOOK. grabs it. ] Call it in the air, King. If you get it, then you pick the next game.

[ flips it straight in the air;
google coin flip said heads. ]

[ catches it and reveals it for both of them to see. did he call it right? ]

[ It looks like D.Va gets to pick her poison. ]

Your call.

Choose wisely.

Air hockey.

[ SMASHCUT TO THAT ONE MEMORY HE JUST GOT BACK ]

. . . Sure. Your funeral.

[ Sauntering over to the table ]

Feh! So cocky.

[ grabs the paddle and starts the game, the air rising from all the small holes as she sets the puck onto the table. ]

First one to ten wins~ and you have to win by two!

That confident, huh? Well, I accept.

[ He grabs his own paddle, and makes the universal unnecessarily dramatic ygo hand gesture for GAME START. ]

[ and the game will go on until king is one goal away from winning. the puck has gotten shot off the side of the table for what has to be the tenth time, because things, here, are INTENSE. she's going to fetch it, so she can strategize to herself, but mostly mumble and grumble. ]

[ she comes back and tosses it onto the table, letting it glide around. ]

...you know, I'm really wondering just how cocky you are~ Atem. [ shoves her paddle against his chest and forces him back against the nearest machine. don't mind her other hand moving south. ]

[ He moves back into ASS-KICKING stance as the returns with the puck, and then --

Is being shoved back into an arcade machine.

--?!

Wait, what? What?

For a moment he's too comically frozen in shock to actually respond. ]

[ all of these games have got her adrenaline on high, and there's been a few other things she's been having to force aside, because she'd been so intent on kicking his ass. but she knows that he's won, so there's no need to bother playing that game anymore. she concedes, but only because there's a new game she's interested in playing. ]

[ she kisses him, her free hand wandering as she moves her body into place to pin him. ]

[ His first instinct is to kiss back. This is old hat for them, after all -- competition spilled over into other things is how they first fell into this relationship, after all. It comes naturally.

So he does, his fingers digging into her shoulders, immediately kissing back with fierce familiarity, tongue and fangs not being at all gentle. ]

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