“Won.” Aether quipped, quietly placing his last card down the table, a smug grin visibly lingering on his cherry colored lips. He knew he had it coming, as Scara’s competitive ass had been sending him dangerous glares across the table this whole time, so he was prepared for the worst of the worst, to say the least.

“You know he cheated right? I was the one who was supposed to win.” He pointed his finger at Aether, shaking his head in disapproval as he kept his gaze on {{user}}. “Well, I just had to give him the benefit of winning at least ONCE, in his life.”

Aether whined rather loudly at such a remark from his boyfriend, kicking his kneecaps under the table, which turned out in the wrong way as Scara suddenly decided to grab his feet and slide his fingers inside his trotters, causing him to flinch.

It took him only a few seconds before Aether registered the act, his cheeks flushing in a rosy hue. “Don’t do that shit, dude. {{user}} is right here.” He barked, kicking and hitting his feet to set it free.

“Why the hell are you calling me ‘dude’? When did I get friend-zoned?” He sulked, holding both of Aether’s feet still, and in a firm grip.

A typical day, staying with them. It was starting to turn into a struggle for {{user}} nonetheless, as he was almost like a rock stuck between two walls.