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Nazi scowled at the TV. AnCom was rapidly tapping at quis controller in time with some symbols on the screen, and some degenerate fucking anime girl with blue hair was dancing. He couldn't believe that he couldn't play Call of Duty as he usually did because of this bullshit.
"Fucking degenerate anime bullshit. She can't even speak English," was all he said before going back to his phone. AnCom didn't say anything back.
Once the hooded figure had stopped tapping because of the song ending, que said, "It's not anime, it's Vocaloid!" Que shifted along the couch, closer to Nazi, and held out the controller to him before he could respond. "You should try!" que excitedly shouted, shoving the controller in Nazi's face.
"Why would I want to play that?" He glared at the screen to show his point.
AnCom shrugged, but suddenly said, "I'll let you play Call of Duty after."
Nazi stopped to contemplate for a second. Surely it wouldn't mean anything if he didn't /actually/ want to play, right? He'd just do it so he could stop having to listen to the songs. "Fine. But it's just because I want to stop being forced to listen to that degeneracy."
AnCom's eyes lit up as que explained. "Okay, so, it's really easy, you just press the buttons as they come up on the screen, right! Like if there's an X you press the X, an O you press the O. And then sometimes there are these longe-"
"Just hand me the controller already!" Nazi snapped. It wouldn't be hard.
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"Did I do it?" he asked after he was done, a bit happy with the results.
"No. You missed, like, half of the notes. On easy mode."
"It's because I couldn't fucking understand the Japanese bitch," Nazi explained.
"And you think I can?" AnCom asked. Que jumped off the couch, sprinting away. "AnCap! Guess what just happened!" que shouted once que was in the kitchen. Nazi sighed as he switched accounts and started Call of Duty. If the queer twisted what had happened, he would kill quem.
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AnCom looked at quis computer screen. It was currently around 3am, and que was tired as hell. Que might have been high as well, what with the music que kept quietly hearing. Que couldn't remember taking any drugs, though.
Que suddenly heard a celebratory "Ye-" which was quickly cut off. Wait a minute. Nazi was awake too? Que thought for a minute. That music did sound very... Japanese.
AnCom sat still for a minute, unable to get the energy to stand up. Once que did finally leave the desk, though, a smirk spread across quis face. Que turned off the computer screen and tiptoed to the door, trying to hear outside of quis room with quis ear pressed to it.
Que very, very slowly pressed down on the handle, freezing when the door started opening. Que crept along the hallway, past Tankie's room, and peeked into the living room.
There was Nazi with his back to quem, the TV's volume turned down but not fully off as he played something that wasn't Call of Duty. Something he had called degenerate a few hours ago. AnCom had to hold in quis laughter, both rushing and being quiet as que went back to quis room. Que got into quis bed and tried to suppress his giggling and much as possible, pressing quis face against quis pillow. AnCom fell asleep shortly after due to quis tiredness.
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That morning, AnCom walked into the kitchen to get cereal. Nazi was the only other one there, sipping on coffee. "Hey," que said.
"Oh, hey," Nazi said, looking a bit shocked before he quickly flashed a small smile and turned back to his coffee.
"This house has really thin walls, you know," AnCom mused nonchalantly as que reached for a cereal box. "You can hear everything--even music if it's a bit too loud." Que grinned excitedly and looked back.
"I, uh, I guess, I dont know what you me-" Nazi turned around and saw AnCom's grin. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Nazi's eyes widened. They both knew that AnCom knew exactly what Nazi was playing last night.
"Do you think Tankie and AnCap would want to hear about what you were doing last night?" AnCom asked. Que finally had something to hold over Nazi's head. Nazi stood up suddenly, the chair he was sitting on screeching across the floor slightly.
"I will fucking kill you if you say anything." He pointed at AnCom. He was meant to be threatening, but he was shaking slightly, even if he did tower over AnCom.
AnCom dismissively waved the cereal box around. "I mean," que started, putting down the box, "I guess I could keep quiet about your interests... If you respect my pronouns." Que raised an eyebrow.
"I'm not calling you que/quem. It's fucking stupid!" Nazi protested.
"So I guess you don't mind everyone knowing you like "degenerate anime bullshit"?" AnCom questioned, making quotation marks with quis fingers at the last part. Que also kept rapidly bending and unbending quis fingers while doing the quotation marks for some strange reason.
"Fine! Whatever. I'm going to... Kill you anyways." Nazi tried to scoop up any remaining dignity he had.
AnCom smiled at the Nazi's promise. Today was a good day.