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Tarim Vasquez (halfpinthero) wrote in avalonis,
@ 2010-07-18 20:00:00

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marco vasquez, tarim vasquez

Lazy Sunday
Who: Marco and Tarim Vasquez
When: Sunday Evening
Where: The Vasquez apartment, South-East Quarter
What: Brothers bonding over video games
Rating: PG for safety, will update if content changes unexpectedly
Status: In Progress

The Vasquez brothers weren't very sentimental, but like any family, they had their traditions. Two years ago, Tarim had bought an old Super Nintendo from a kid at a garage sale, including several games. Ever since, the brothers had held Sunday evening as a holy night: Marco had several hours off of work, and Tarim was usually finished with all his homework. So, for nearly two years now, the boys had a weekly video game brawl to top of their week.

For Tarim, he was grateful for an excuse to take a night off from his "job" in Downtown. He had lost his focus the night before, and earned a nasty cut along his right arm for his efforts. Luckily, Marco had been off at a job all day, so he could clean and bandage it properly. Now that Marco's shift is nearly over, he wears a long-sleeved shirt; he might be sweating, but it's better than having to lie to Marco about yet another beating.

It's a little after seven, around the time Marco is due home. After a day of homework, first aid and cooking, Tarim places a bowl of chips and dip on the coffee table, before taking a seat. Holding a controller loosely in his hands, Tarim watches as Mario and Luigi bounce along the screen until he hears the door open. "Marco!" He shouts, grinning to himself as he holds up another controller. "It's game time!"

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aboutaverage
2010-07-19 01:43 am UTC (link)

Marco had expected Tarim to assault him with video games once he got home, he had just expected to make it through the door first. He almost sighed, hoping to at least get a shower before being pulled into what could possibly be hours of 8-bit entertainment. Oh well.

Only pausing to grab a chip and bury it in dip, Marco found his normal seat on the worn-out couch. "Mario?" He said, noting the character bouncing on the screen. "Didn't we just play this?" he asked as he shoved the chip into his mouth. As an afterthought, he added "Did you make this dip?"

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halfpinthero
2010-07-19 01:48 am UTC (link)

Tarim grins widely, watching Marco carefully as he eats. "Yeah, but last time you won. And only because you distracted me from the spiney. I need to win this time!" He explains, waiting for Marco to swallow before continuing. "I finished my homework early, so I looked up a recipe online, since it was too hot out to go to the soccer field... is it okay?" After thinking for a moment, he helpfully adds, "It doesn't have nuts!"

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aboutaverage
2010-07-19 01:59 am UTC (link)

"It's good." Marco smirked, always amused by Tarim's need to inform him about his cooking's lack of nuts. Tarim had only added something with nuts to his cooking once, almost a year ago, and since then Marco couldn't remember having a meal where Tarim didn't inform him about the nuts that may or may not be in his food.

"Wait, did you just tell me that you need to win?" Marco took the controller. "And what if you don't?"

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	halfpinthero 2010-07-19 02:03 am UTC (link)
	"Well, then I lose." Tarim states after a moment of thought, staring at his brother seriously. "And I can't lose a video game to my guardian. You know that's like losing a video game to your parents?" He asks, once again serious, before swallowing another chip. "And then I lose all my cred. You know how important cred is to me!" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

aboutaverage
2010-07-19 02:10 am UTC (link)

Marco wondered if his expression was conveying just how baffled that whole statement made him. "How much cred could you possibly have? I beat you every week." He reminded him, smirking again. Then, seriously, "I told you to stop calling me your guardian. It sounds... corny. And it's acceptable to lose video games to your brother. Especially when your brother is, well, me."

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halfpinthero
2010-07-19 02:29 am UTC (link)

"Yeah, yeah..." Tarim chides, scooting over so Marco can sit with a good view of the couch. He winces slightly, his bandaged arm rubbing against the couch, but he hides it by fiddling with his controller; Tarim had become pretty good at hiding the bruises and cuts from his job. "But you're my guardian if anyone from school asks. Jason Peters is still pissed you pulled him over." Jason is a senior at AHS, and two months ago was arrested for underage drinking... by Marco. Tarim was still trying to live it down.

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aboutaverage
2010-07-19 02:49 am UTC (link)

"Jason Peters was drinking underage and driving under the influence. I really don't care too much about what he feels about me." Marco muttered. He pulled his shoes off and propped his feet up on the coffee table, not caring too much about the fact that his socks were next to the chips.

Marco finally started up the game, trying to get comfortable while going through the first level. "So, what'd you do today?" He asked, despite being slightly distracted.

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halfpinthero
2010-07-19 02:53 am UTC (link)

Tarim sinks into the couch as Luigi - he always plays Luigi - stomps a turtle before Mario could reach it. "Not much. Finished my history paper. I never want to read about women's liberation again." He mutters, biting his tongue slightly as he gets further into the game. "Did you have to go to the Vale today?" He teases, taking just a moment to glance at Marco. Marco knows Tarim reads his blog, and he had laughed to himself this morning when he saw Marco's latest rant...

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	aboutaverage 2010-07-19 03:10 am UTC (link)
	Marco glanced at Tarim out of the corner of his eye, which cost him a mushroom, or something, he'd sort of missed what it was when Luigi beat him to it. "No, but I was lucky enough to be Uptown right by everyone's headquarters. I didn't see anyone, but being there in that mood just sucks." He complained. "But, whatever. You know? It's one guy's opinion." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	halfpinthero 2010-07-19 03:19 am UTC (link)
	Tarim nods, trying to hide a smile. Marco was clearly in a bad mood, it wouldn't be good to push his buttons too much... "Did you get any autographs for me?" He's finally unable to resist, breaking into a grin. "I bet Watchtower is there. You should get her autograph. She's the prettiest." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	aboutaverage 2010-07-19 03:27 am UTC (link)
	The look that Marco gave Tarim was a decent mix of amusement and annoyance, and went on just long enough to effectively kill off Mario, at least for a moment. Then Marco shook his head and returned to the game. "How many years do you have left of this awkward teenage stuff again?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

halfpinthero
2010-07-19 03:30 am UTC (link)

"Until that subscription of Maxim that's supposed to go to our neighbors runs out?" Tarim ventures, grinning triumphantly as Luigi takes the lead. Marco was always the first one to get the mail; he probably didn't know Tarim knew of that little goldmine. "I mean, come on, it's not like I bring girls over while you're away. That you know of." He adds, quickly swiping a chip while trying to play in one hand. It doesn't go well.

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	aboutaverage 2010-07-19 03:44 am UTC (link)
	"...need to move out of the South East Quarter, all out roommates are perverts and stoners..." Marco just muttered to himself. At this point, Marco wasn't so much as trying to win the game as just stay in it. "Yeah, just don't get her pregnant, okay? Use protection. Not like magic shield protection." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)