Spirit Animals One-Shots

Game Starts Now [Kirawson]

  Kirat waited impatiently as the very petite woman explained the basic rules of laser tag. He'd been here so many times, he had memorized every single one. And, he was rather good, when he didn't follow them, of course. He was practically a king at the game.
  The only thing keeping him entertained during the long introduction was a.. rather cute boy. He held the gun professionally. Perhaps he had competition. The boy had lovely blue eyes, even in the dark. His brown hair was slightly curly, and a little messy, but it added to the freckles across his nose.
  After what felt like an eternity, the garage door opened, and boys and girls alike ran separate ways, murmuring plans to each other as they ran around the maze.
  However, Kirat stealthily followed Cute Boy. He seemed completely unaware. Good.
  At the next corner, Kirat grinned, throwing on his most manly look he could. He stepped out from his hiding place, and the pale boy turned around immediately.
  "I have a deal, love," Kirat said, straightening up and fixing his collar. He hoped he didn't look terrible, that would be embarrassing.
  "And what may that be?" Cute Boy spoke in an amused tone, his accent thick British. He looked like he was going to laugh at some point.
  "If I get a higher rank than you, I get your number," Kirat stepped closer, "if you get a higher rank than me, I'll give you a twenty."
  "Fair enough," the boy nodded after a few seconds of hesitation, his smile filled with mischief, "the name's Dawson."
  "Kirat." Kirat held out his hand for a shake, but Dawson merely lifted his laser tag pistol, deactivating Kirat's.
  "Game starts now, Kirat." Dawson gave a little salute, and ran off.
  Kirat's heart thudded. The way Dawson said his name made him feel so many different emotions at once. He shook his head. He could hear Dawson's footsteps receding farther and farther away. Their vests were heavy, but Dawson was still rather quick in them.
  Kirat ran off the opposite way. His first target was, of course, an inexperienced little girl with her maybe ten year old brother. He hid behind the corner and raised the little gun, hitting the triangles in the matter of three seconds. He whirled around, scampering away quickly as the kids muttered in confusion.
  He roamed the maze for another minute. He found a small group of teenagers. Maybe fifteen or fourteen. He only managed to get two before they hit him right back.
  Kirat ran away in annoyance. He probably should have found a group, but who the hell chooses green as their team?
  Just as his gun reactivated, it was shot down again. Kirat looked to his left to see Dawson running away, snickering.
  Instead of getting mad in that little dark space, he gave chase, listening to the thumps of the other boy's shoes to catch up to him. He rounded the corner, raising his gun, but Dawson wasn't even there.
  Someone cleared their throat behind him.
  Kirat sighed, turning around and facing Dawson. "I should just give you the twenty right now."
  "Game's not over yet." Dawson shrugged dramatically. Kirat took the opportunity to shoot the flashing triangle on his chest. A smug grin fell upon his lips.
  "Nice one." Dawson commented, shifting his gun around as it deactivated.
  "Thanks." Kirat winked- and then bolted. He knew Dawson moved quickly on his feet, and it wouldn't take long for him to catch up to him.
  But that never came. The automatic voice rang out over the entire maze to return to the entrance. Kirat was rather disappointed. He knew he didn't get a higher rank than Dawson, and now he'd be losing twenty dollars.
  He made his way down the ramps, through the twists and turns, all the way to the rickety garage door. He put the vest and gun back and made his way out of the room. The sudden light was hard on his eyes, but he didn't have a hard time finding Dawson.
  The British boy was waiting by the tables, leaning against the wall separating the booths. He stared at him expectantly. Kirat waved and began to walk over, Dawson waving back.
  Kirat pulled the twenty out of his pocket. It was the last one he had brought with him. He held it out to him. "You win."
  "You know, Kirat," Dawson said, his eyes moving from the money to the other boy's face, "I consider myself a nice person." With that, he pulled a sticky note out of his pocket, handing it to him.
  Kirat glanced at him before taking it. It was simple, just a number. Dawson's number. "Th.. thanks." He murmured, looking up at him again.
  Dawson nodded. He grabbed a bag on the table nearby, throwing it over his shoulder. "I've got a taxi to catch, if you don't mind." He nodded to a taxi car sitting outside nearby.
  "Yeah," Kirat stuffed the paper in his pocket, "goodnight."
  Dawson smiled at him, opening the door. "Call me soon," was all he said before he left, hopping into the taxi.
  Kirat watched him go silently. He'd call, for sure. For now, he threw his own mental party, a large smile plastered on his face.

I don't have a clue if the place y'all play laser tag at is like this, but this is basically based off the place I go to. Also Kirat and Dawson are older in this, about 16.
-Dash