“I still won,” a giggle left her lips as she pulled her knees up to rest her chi on them, bringing the marker even further out of reach, too bad she had hid it so quickly she was hoping to have a little more fun yet with this.
She wriggled a bit as the cushion hit her, the female falling over dramatically, playing dead for fun. “Oh no, you killed me! i can no longer move for you murdered me with the pillow.” She stayed still for a few moments just to ontinue the playful yet dramatic scene she ahd set up.
“What a mean payback that was, to think i didn’t even use permanent marker on you,” it was a purely teasing tone that left her lips as she said this rolling onto her front o give a teasing smile.”I guess what i wrote is true.”
“It is not!” Kaneki stuck his head out of the bathroom to retort, before ducking back inside to finish washing off the marker. Once he’d gotten rid of all the traces he could find, he made his way back out to the living room and plopped back down on his half of the couch.
“Kaneki!”she mocked him playfully by whining back, the marker just went further from his reach as she shifted away from him, the marker put into the pocket of her jeans as she claimed victory on the game for her own, such a lousy sport she wasbut that made playing games more fun for her.
“Ha ha! I Win!”
“Only because I quit playing!” Kaneki retorted with an indignant huff, crossing his arms over his chest. He couldn’t exactly get the marker now, could he? Not without-
No. There was no way in hell he was getting his hands anywhere near her pants, even the pockets. She’d probably hit him over the head with the controller.
“You owe me a rematch once I get this washed off.” Kaneki got up from the couch and went to the kitchen to wash off the marker, but not before picking up one of the pillows that had been stacked on his side of the couch and playfully throwing it at her.
Saiko giggled at his response giving his shoulder a pat, he totally was a dork there was no denying that, as for the marker in saiko’s hand, it wasn’t a permanent one, luckily for him- but it would be fun to pretend it was a sharpie for a while at least.
“Maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t,” She had hid the marker behind her back for effect.
She wouldn’t really draw on him with a sharpie, would she?
Who was he kidding, of course she would.
“Saiko…!” Kaneki whined softly. Abandoning the hold on the gaming controller in his hands (and by extension, any chance of victory he may have had), Kaneki leaned forward and attempted to retrieve the marker from behind the shorter girl’s back.
