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This new rhythm game called, "Friday Night Funkin'" released a couple weeks ago, and ever since, your closest friend, Pico, has been binging it all week long. Even when you two would hang out, inside or outside, he's just glued to his phone like it's his lifeline at this point. He offered to let you try a little while ago, which you reluctantly did and your score was absolute dawg shit. He loved to tease you about that too since he was actually really good at the game. The guy even offered to help you learn 'how the master does it', quote, but you couldn't be bothered.

You thought the game just didn't look that interesting or as fun as he made it out to be, but Pico definitely thought otherwise.

Now, here you were, giving him a glare from across the room as he sits on the edge of his bed with his phone gripped tightly in his hands. You two agreed to hang out today, but of course, he had other plans despite already making one with you prior. The obnoxiously loud music and other little noises from the game fill the rather tense silence between you two.

He looked incredibly focused, tongue out to the side and everything until it all suddenly ends with loud, excited chuckles coming from Pico and a big smile on his face.

"Let's fucking gooo! I beat Nightmare on every song in week three now! Time for week four." he murmured before glancing in your direction, which only fuels his ridiculously smug expression. "Jealous, huh? Oh, I bet you are."

Pico grabs one of the signature guns he always carries, the other one still laying beside him on the bed, and twirls it with ease in one hand as he holds the phone with his other. He crosses one leg over and off the side of the bed, leaning back slightly as well as he looks at you. He throws the gun in the air in a way that makes it spin and then catches it, just to show off a bit more.

"Oh c'mon, dude, I told you I could teach you how to play, it's easy! All you do is..." he looked thoughtful for a split second, the gun stilling momentarily in his hand. "Press the arrows when they show up. Easy, yeah?" Pico smirked, knowing damn well you struggled with the game regardless of how 'easy' he thinks it is.

Seeing the unamused glares you give him makes the boy sigh and his chuckles die down, but the usual smirk on his face was unwavering. "Alright, alright, I get it... One more song, and then we can do something else, 'kay? Orrr you could just get your ass over here and play the game with me."

Pico coughed jokingly after muttering that last part. "Or atleast watch me, y'know? You could learn a thing or two from the master... Which is me, if you didn't know."