Septiplier One-Shots

ocarina of time and chill

fluff; 4711

1999 aesthetic
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"I wish I could play that thing."

Sean was flopped beside Mark on the couch, positioned so that his head was hanging upside down and his legs were dangling off the back of his seat, eyes focused on the television screen that displayed a small boy in a green outfit playing an ocarina.

"You probably could," Mark mumbled in reply, eyes glued to the game.

His hands worked at the Nintendo 64 controls, eyebrows narrowed in concentration. The redhead had just purchased the game that morning and had invaded the apartment's living room and had not left his seat. It was a newer release, having come out just in November of the previous year, but at the time it was available they didn't have the console and Mark was forced to wait impatiently until they could afford it.

"Aren't you gettin' hungry?" Sean asked, frustrated that he was missing a Beavis and Butthead marathon and already completely bored with the gameplay he was forced to watch silently.

At the mention of food, Mark's eyes flickered from the screen to the kitchen, leaving the game for the first time since an hour and a half ago when Sean had walked in front of the television momentarily only to be bombarded with expletives that left the shorter of the two rolling his eyes and mumbling a few choice words of his own under his breath. Mark's thumb hovered over the start button for a moment before he pushed it, as if he were silently promising the game that he'd come back for it as soon as he could. Sean resisted the urge to shoot a sarcastic comment at him, knowing that if he did he would have little-to-no chance to get to experience the new game himself.

"Do you want to go get some takeout?" Sean called, hoping that his best friend would say yes and he'd have torn him away from the game for at least a little bit.

Although they lived together, their senior year of college was coming quickly to an end and the brunet was coming to the realization that their close quarters would not be forever. While he was grateful that he could finally have a place of his own, having missed the freedom of it all, his extroverted nature was demanding that he soak up as much quality time with Mark as he could. Yet, with the introduction of this game into their lives for just a few hours, it seemed as if this new, greener addiction was replacing him already.

"Sure, man," Mark replied, and for the first time he thanked his lucky stars that there was no food in their apartment.

They took Sean's car, the taller of the two shaking his head about gas prices and claiming he didn't have enough money to get gas and takeout. Sean had just shrugged and hopped in, not caring too much about the money he was spending and more preoccupied with the happiness he felt to be spending time with Mark.

"That game is amazing, Jack," Mark said, eyebrows raised and gray irises lit up as they always seemed to be when he was about to go on a tangent. Sean fought the smile that twitched the corners of his mouth at Mark's endearing behaviors, the man not having changed too much in all the years he had known him. "It's so revolutionary."

"Really?" Sean provided, an excuse for Mark to continue.

"Everything about it. I've read reviews and people are already saying that it's gonna change the way they make video games. It's completely open!" Mark took a moment to look at his best friend, Sean's eyes glancing from the road to Mark's face for an instant to indicate that he was listening.

"The controls are so different and unique. I've never played anything like it before. Everything about it is new. Feels like I'm playing video games for the first time again. It's completely open! It's like choose your own adventure, but it's a video game instead of a book."