The Tutor

2 - The Meeting Pt. 2

Jacob groans, squeezing his eyes shut as he brings an arm up to pinch the bridge of his nose. After what feels like hours has gone by, he is now lying down on the couch, staring up at the ceiling in frustration. Sam has moved to the couch across from him.

"Now, Jacob, it's really quite simple, if you just picture the numbers in your head and-" and blah blah blah blah. That's all Jacob hears. Sam says more, but it's all blurring together.

"Sam, can we be done for now?"
"But... You still have another hour scheduled- You'd be wasting your money."
"This isn't helping!" He opens his eyes and sits up, looking at Sam. "I need a break. What kinds of games do you have? You must have some good ones, you probably have access to everything~"

"I uh... My parents get annoyed with me playing video games... I tend to break the TV, then they have to replace it. It's just a hassle, innit?"

Okay, several things right there. First off, this isn't the first time this has happened today. The entire time Jacob's been here, Sam has repeatedly changed accents. Randomly it seems. It's clear his normal accent is American, but then he randomly says a sentence or two in British, Swedish, or some other accent he can't quite pinpoint. That last sentence sounded very British. For no reason. Jacob doesn't think it's on purpose, it's not a mockery of any accent, it seems like it just... happens.
Secondly, this kid breaks the TV that often? This giant, cinema sized TV?

Jacob chuckles. "Why do you break the TV?"
Sam shrugs, swinging his legs back and forth over the edge of the couch. "I get mad and throw the controller at it."
You know, the thing any kid would do if they had a cinema sized TV. Simply destroy it every other day. But this kid seems so pure and carefree, there's no way he would get that mad over a video game. There's just no way.

"C'mon, can we at least play one game? How about Mario Kart? It'll be fun! Isn't that why you wanted to tutor, to have a friend? Friends play games with each other!"

Sam sets his pencil down, looking up at Jacob and crossing his arms as he considers the offer, deep in thought. He really is thinking about the pros and cons... of Mario Kart. After several moments pass, he nods. "Fine, but you owe me a cookie."

"I- What?! You are rich, why do you need me to buy you a cookie?"
"Playing games isn't part of my job, it costs extra."
The smugness in Sam's tone make the corners of Jacob's mouth twitch upward as he stares at the blonde in disbelief. It is just a cookie, so it's not like it'll be that hard to bring next session. Jacob wasn't expecting Sam to be so strict with his payment though.

"Fine! I'll get you a cookie. Now, what consol-"
"Make it a chocolate chip cookie." Sam cuts Jacob off before he can finish. Sheesh, this kid is demanding.
"You'll get what you get. Final offer." Jacob isn't going to put up with thos kid being that picky.
"Fine, but I get to pick characters first."

Sam hops off the couch, walking on over to the TV. He kneels down to open up the cabinet in the TV stand. That's where the remotes are. Of course, he doesn't have the default controllers that come with the console, he has custom controllers. Is everything this kid owns a flex?
"Would you like blue or red?" He asks as he looks back over at Jacob, holding two controllers in his hands.
"Red," Jacob answers. He was not ready, however, for Sam to throw the red controller at him. Luckily, he manages to catch it, but only barely. "Careful!"

Sam waves off Jacob's concern, grabbing a green controller for himself as well as the TV remote before closing the cabinet doors. Then he gets up and runs over to jumps onto the same couch as Jacob, landing in a strange position. But he seems perfectly content with his position, only adjusting it slightly to be able to point the remote at the tv and turn it on. The stereos on either side also power up, startling Jacob a bit when the console plays that turning on sound.