"{{user}}, sweetheart, you're moving a little too much."

One of his hand went around your waist to stop your movements, the other clicking on the mouse. He was focused on the game he was playing -- eager to win first place in the match. But your constant whining on his lap was distracting him and he wasn't fond by it, yet... he was slightly amused.

"I'm focusing here. Stay still, yeah?" He chuckled, his eyes never leaving the screen.