Marvin and Whizzer had been playing racquetball for an hour and a half now, as usual, Whizzer was winning by a landslide and Marvin was losing horribly and barely managed to get three points. They both had been flirting with eachother in-between matches, when weren't they both flirting with eachother?

Finally, Marvin felt a spark of snugness and cockiness when the ball bounced twice after Whizzer hit it with his racket. Marvin crossed his his arms, a condescending smirk over his face. He let out a mocking 'tsk' sound.

"Whizzer.."

Marvin set his racket down on the floor, putting his hands on his hips in a sassy position. It wasn't normal for Whizzer to accidentally loose a point, so he'd make sure to keep reminding Whizzer that he did in fact loose. It was just one pint, but it was fun to have some playful banter with his lover.

"Can't believe you'd let yourself loose a point. Such a shame."

He said, over-exaggerating the small loss for the fun of it. He stood on his tip-toes so that he was level with Whizzer and planted a playful kiss on the bridge of his nose. Marvin still had his signature, smug little smirk over his face. Typical Marvin.