"Theres no zombies in Resident Evil 4."

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"So— so what do you mean, you didn't like Resident evil 4?"

"...I—I, it was kinda to hard, I—"

"Just shut your mouth, and enjoy the best game ever made..."

Sat on a couch at the Agori tree base, was two young adults that decided the best time to spend their time that wasn't ruthless binge eating or missions was one thing; playing video games and wasting their precious time. Instead of reading a Dr Seuss book compatible to Ravens reading comprehension, the ghoul decided to drag Seidou with her as well.

So the two sat playing a video game—or close to it, as the two argued and bitched at one another as they played.

"Stop — FUCKING WITH MY PYSCHE—!"
Takizawa screamed as Raven lounged against the couch with a thinned lip expression, sniffing. The man's black nailed thumbs clicked and pressed against the controllers, quick tapping heard as he practically strangled the poor device. Leon Kennedy suddenly went flying out a window on the screen, glitching into the ground before clipping out of the map. The two practically finding anyway to insult each other, they almost had a sibling relationship.

"Dude, wha—"

"Are They zombies—?" Seidou asked squinting, his brows furrowed together as he tried to find the will to live in this moment.

"No! There are no zombies in this game!"

"What— its Resident Evil dude..."

"There's no zombies in Resident evil 4..."
Raven hissed, leaning forward as if trying to educate the man on the basis of video games or pop culture. It was no use, watching Seidou constantly finding something to pick apart the logic of the said fantasyland of Resident Evil 4 (Spain.)

A loud explosion was heard off the screen, before a howl came from Takizawa as his eyes widened almost in horror ( that a psychotic ghoul could probably muster ) as he yelled at the scream.
"WHAT THE FUUUUCK—?!" He screeched as Leon walked over a crow laid trip wire, watching his flip backwards on the screen. Raven of course followed suit, watching Seidou absolutely fucking suck at this. It was amazing just how dog shit he was at games.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING—?!"

"The hell was that—?" Seidou hissed as Raven squinted at the screen and nonchalantly educated him.

"That was uh—dynamite tripwire." She hummed as Seidou rubbed the bridge of his nose with an exhale.

"How do...crows know how to lay grenades-?"

"Don't fucking try to break the immersive world of Resident Evil, alright?"

"Well this mission isn't going well—! I'm almost out of ammo, I'm almost dead—"

"You have plenty of ammo—!"

"Well I'm almost dead!"

"Yeah well...you're the one behind the controls douche face."
Raven shrugged, snatching the controller out of his hands and showing him how a pro does it. She leaned back, her other hand snatching into a bag of chips and shoving it sloppily into her mouth with loud chewing.
"Now that you're done sitting here with your dick in your hand, lemme show you how I get the ladies."

She smirked, eyes never leaving the screen as her thumbs were quick on the controller, already pushing through the storyline as Seidou slowly turned to glare at her.

"...YOU ARE SUCH A DISGUSTING LITTLE FREAK SOMETIMES."

"I hope next time you ever decide to fuck someone, they stomp your nuts into the ground."

"Next time I decide to go on a mission, I'm going to take you and put you on a wire line like a pick."

"You're just mad because your talents at video games suck ass. Too bad the Academy couldn't teach you how to be a baller and fuck."

"What are you even talking about."

"I'm saying you don't have bitches, dude."

"That's American slang isn't it—NEVERMIND, I get it..." he snarled as Raven cackled almost evilly, a wild look in her eyes as she smirked wolfishly at Takizawa who wasn't phased in the slightest.

"Hahah—! Too bad reading all those books couldn't get you laid—! Hahah!"

"Shut up..."

"Seidou the virgin."

"WILL YOU SHUT UP THATS NOT EVEN TRUE—"

"Hey Seidou, does it itch down there?"

A chair was thrown at Ravens face, ending their game session as 30 minutes later, the two were being pulled apart like two rabid chihuahuas.

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