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

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Entry tags: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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[info]halfpinthero
2010-07-20 06:31 am UTC (link)
Tarim groans, laying his face in his hands and shaking back and forth. "Marco, Marco... you're truly the worst villain I have ever met." He proclaims. As snarky as Marco is, he can tell a joke... or at least a horrible, horrible pun. "If I had school tomorrow, I think I'd have to skip just to recover from the terrible delivery. That was awful!"

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[info]aboutaverage
2010-07-20 06:39 am UTC (link)
"You'll survive." Marco smirked as he reached for a chip, only now realizing that they were all gone. He tried not to let on how that surprised and amused him. It was a good thing Tarim was active, Marco was convinced the kids eating habits sometimes would make him chunky.

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