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[ 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. ]

[ And then he remembers.

She doesn't remember.

And he freezes. ]

[ The hands at her shoulders shove her back, almost frantically. ]

W-wait. What are you doing? You don't know me!

[ she blinks, not having expected THAT, so she stumbles easily into the air hockey table. ]

...uh, kissing you, duh.

And, no, not really, but you told me about us. It didn't seem like you were lying. Like, feelings are hard to lie about, especially ones like... that. [ and she's desperate to find pleasure and there was only so much she could grasp from playing little games. ]

[ King has had total amnesia enough times to be positively vexed by how calmly she can accept making out with someone she just met and told her-- well, all that. ]

Are you sure you-- . . .

[ He trails off, unsure what to say, and then . . . D.Va will feel a wave of emotions hit her -- emotions that are definitely not hers. Sadness, sharp and painful, but carefully shepherded into a teeny, tiny box. Confusion and surprise, since -- well. Exhaustion. Anger. Desire of his own, since he was mid-competition and then mid-makeout with his super hot girlfriend that he's crazy about.

Which, by the way -- the underlying love for her is clear through the bond, and enough to sweep her away if she's not careful. ]

[ she might not think twice about making out with randos, but this is different. she'd also like to see if she can... unlock, so to speak, all of stuff hidden deep inside of her. it couldn't have been erased. she can't just be a clean slate. her memories are still there, and she just needs to dig them out of hiding or whatever. ]

Sure I'm su- [ she's confused in an instant. what the fuck is going on?! the sadness has her reeling back a bit, like... he doesn't seem sad. she's immediately confused. kind of... scared, to a point, that he feels he needs to hide that. the confusion ( and surprise ) is ignored for obvious reason. as is the exhaustion. ~~she knows what dealing with her is like, ok~~. the anger... is troubling. ]

[ she opens her mouth to ask about these things, but then she's hit with the feelings that are VERY clearly about her. she chokes, as if the wind had been completely knocked out of her, his feelings coming at her hard and fast. her face colors as she ducks, looking aside to try to hide it all, because she's definitely getting swept up in it. ] A- Atem?

[ Confusion flares up for just a brief moment.

Then understanding, and swiftly after, guilt and frustration. ]

I- I'm sorry, it's-- it's an effect from the game, I can't turn it off--

[ she's just going to shut him the hell up with a kiss, and when she's feeling her head swim she'll break it, but just because she wants to add, ] Don't. Don't turn it off.

[ Concern and confusion flare again, but this time it's more like . . . befuddlement. ]

Are you okay . . . ?

[ she's feeling a little overwhelmed... but also real bad that she can't reciprocate all of these feelings to the degree that he's giving them. ] I'm fine. Don't stop, please, ... don't stop. [ it's been real weird having to be... nothing. being told all of this stuff is one thing and she's accept some of it, sure, but other things she'd considered with a grain of thought. feeling it, like this, it makes it more real. so much so that she doesn't even realize she's started crying. ]

[ He pauses, watching her, concern telegraphing loud and clear. He lifts a hand like he's going to reach for her, but then it hovers there, uncertain. ]

. . . You're crying.

...because I'm happy.

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