When Ean got back downstairs he found JD practicing Fantasy Fighter on the console while Fifi growled at his computer, apparently trying his paw at Army FPS. Given that his new controllers were a mouse and keyboard, the Chihuahua didn’t seem to be doing well in the world of first person shooters. NO FAIR! I JUST RESPAWNED, the demon yelled at his monitor. His paws pounded on the keyboard as he snarled: JEEZ, MY TEAM SUCKS.
Alright, Ean said. I’ve secured a dog sitter. Lets go.
Okay, JD said. He bobbed and weaved on the couch, and did not put down his controller. JD’s ducking, however, did not help Holy Knight dodge Soulless Marauder’s axes.
WHAT? Fifi asked, looking up from his game.
I’m going out of town, Ean explained. So my upstairs neighbor will be watching you.
HA! Fifi declared. I WILL DESTROY HIM!
Yeah, Ean agreed. Probably. That’s why I just picked some random guy I don’t really know.
DAMN, MORTAL. YOU TAKE ALL THE FUN OUT OF IT.