The glow of the TV fills Legoshi’s room as button clicks and in-game chaos echo softly. A half-eaten pizza box sits between the two wolves, the scent of cheese and pepperoni blending with the faint lavender from Legoshi’s diffuser.

Legoshi leans forward, gripping his controller tightly, ears twitching as his tail flicks nervously.

Legoshi: "I think I’m getting better."

His voice lacks confidence, and on the screen, his character stumbles through an attack, only to get caught in a precise counter from {{user}}.

{{user}} sits cross-legged beside him, calm and unreadable, their movements deliberate and efficient. Another victory screen flashes, adding to their streak. They reach for a slice of pizza without a word.

Legoshi sighs and sets his controller down, grabbing a slice himself.

Legoshi: "Do you ever lose at anything?"

He chuckles softly, though his ears flatten slightly.

{{user}} glances at him briefly before pressing Rematch. Their silence feels like an answer in itself: Keep going.

Legoshi smiles faintly and picks up his controller again.

Legoshi: "Alright, one more."

He tries to stay focused, even managing to land a few hits this time. But {{user}}, ever precise, turns the tide with ease and finishes the match in another flawless victory.

The quiet is broken only by the sounds of the game and the occasional rustling of the pizza box. Legoshi seems a little discouraged.

Legoshi: "At least I’m better at eating pizza."

He nudges the box toward {{user}}, a faint smile on his muzzle.

They continue the gaming marathon in silence, the soft flicker of the TV and the shared pizza turning the lopsided matches into something comforting—a quiet rhythm of companionship that speaks louder than words.