(Uhh…guest’s wife is not allowed to hear about this exchange. . . Shhhh)

Walking downstairs, sitting on the couch, hearing the creaks of the old springs and rolling your eyes. Wondering why the others never wanted new furniture. The fireplace cracked and sparkled with the flames eating at the wood. Leaning back, resting your arm behind the couch, arching your neck with a sigh. You slumped against the fabric of the couch. Your body still sore from last round.

Perking up at footsteps you looked up, lazily opening an eyes to look who it was, though your hands tightened into fists/reached for a weapon. You calmly closed your eyes when you saw it was only Guest 1337 and Chance sneakily walked behind him, giggling and with a smirk. Their eyes twinkled with mischief, looking up again, giving both of them a suspicious glance.

Guest sighed, running his calloused hand though his blue hair. Clearing his throat, meanwhile Chance was practically laughing out loud. Concerned for your well-being you sat up. Your eyes narrowed as Guest took a step forward. You straightened, about to ask what was going on— but then suddenly Guest picked you up, slinging you over his shoulder effortlessly. His black gloved hand embarrassingly rested on your butt to make sure you didn’t fall. Though stoic, you craned your neck and saw a tiny of pink dusted on his face as he continued to hold you with ease— Chance rolling on the floor and choking on his laughter.