#also wrote like truly twenty seconds of interaction between cmd and cmak but that alos isn't going many places unfortunately

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last line challenge

tagged by @barkovsasha

rules: in a new post, share the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).

not exactly one line but rather just the last thing i wrote (plotless nonsense) !

Connor pokes his thigh with his toes until Leon grabs his foot and pays attention to him. 

“Let’s play Mario Kart.”

A scowl falls over Leon’s face and Connor’s overwhelmed with an urge to kiss it off. He doesn’t, obviously.

“Let’s play sewerball,” he counters, all bitchy about it. Connor screws his face at that just as fast as Leon had scowled. There’s a reason he’ll push his own ‘one sport athlete’ narrative as often as possible.

“Don’t wanna get up.” His Switch is already plugged into the TV and the controllers are, like, right there in the drawers of the TV stand. Sewerball means either going down to the basement, or going outside.

“More like don’t wanna destroy your house with your shitass aim,” Leon grumbles. 

Connor kicks at him with his heel, “Let’s play sewerball in your living room and see how that fairs.”

Leon rolls his eyes and turns back to his phone, scrolling through Instagram reels because he’s ‘too good’ for TikTok. Connor, personally, feels like he’s caught up on every movement of everyone he’s ever known in the past hour and is thoroughly bored. And his Instagram reels are just soap cutting and slime making and the occasional AI Trudeau speech.

“Leo, c’mon, just one game.”

Leon, his best friend, his ride-or-die, his dog’s best friend’s dad, ignores him entirely. Which like, whatever, right?

“Leooo,” and he knows he’s kinda whiny, and definitely wheedling, “Leo.” He does have the lifelong benefit of being a younger sibling and the innate ability to annoy someone into something. “You don’t wanna play cause you’re gonna lose.”

“Exactly.” Leon, unfortunately, has the lifelong benefit of being the older sibling and generally immune to taunts, despite what his penalty minutes say.

“What if I let you win?” He won’t but it’s the principle of the thing.

“You won’t. And that would be worse, anyway.” Connor thinks he can hear a Family Guy clip playing from his phone. 

“If you win we’ll play whatever you want.” Leon opens his mouth, but Connor gets there first, “Not sewerball.” Leon rolls his eyes and scrolls with his thumb. Another Family Guy clip starts. “I’ll teach you to get better at it.”

“I don’t want to be better at Mario Kart.”

Lenny’s wandered into the living room, probably in search of attention, and rounds the couch they’re laying on, nudging at Connor’s arm.

“Hey, baby,” he says softly, petting him and scratching his hand through his fur, “you want Leo to play Mario Kart, don’t you?” Lenny woofs, snuffles into his hand, and Connor decides to take it as an enthusiastic agreement.

“Lenny wants you to play Mario Kart,” he directs at Leon, “right, bud?” Lenny woofs again, because he’s well-trained and adorable.

“He agrees to anything if you say it like that,” Leon says, looking at them with his phone loose in his hand, “right, Lenny?” Lenny thumps his tail against the carpet and looks cluelessly at Leon. 

Connor, because he shamelessly spoils Lenny, lifts him up onto his lap, even though he’s not really meant to be allowed on the couch. “Leo,” he says, mostly into Lenny’s fur. 

“Connie.”

Lenny woofs. Connor’s pretty sure he just wants to be included. 

Leon glances at them, and then at the ceiling unbelievingly, the way he does at the back of the media scrum when Connor gets asked why they’re losing, and then, “Fucking, fine. One game.”

Connor cheers, and asks, “Can you get the controllers? Lenny’s on me.” 

“You’re a terrible friend.” Leon says, serious and dry and straight and still gets up to get the controllers out and turn the Switch on. Connor feels like a bit of a terrible friend when he stares at Leon’s ass and thighs and waist and upper back and, well, everything really, when he bends down. They’re in the middle of the season, when the pure bulk from summer training is getting eaten game by game but before they’re truly end-of-season skinny. Leon looks good, the summer fat melted away but he’s kept his general bulk far better than Connor ever manages. Connor can see his lats and traps and fucking rhomboids through his shirt and feels a distinct, familiar, urge to bite at them. 

“You should eat more protein,” Leon tells him, flexing when he catches Connor staring. 

“I think I eat a hundred eggs in two weeks.” Jack, the old team nutritionist, had told Connor that the team goes through four litres of egg whites a day, and Connor’s pretty confident he does actually go through that many cartons in a fortnight. 

“Eat two hundred,” Leon tells him, and hands him the controller.

“I’ll eat you,” Connor informs him, very seriously, and starts to flick through the Mario Kart menu. 

“A guy watches the first episode of Hannibal…” They’d started it together in the off-season, stuck it out through the whole first episode, and now it currently collects dust on Connor’s continue watching list. They’ll probably get back to it eventually.

Lenny scrambles off his lap when they’re selecting their characters and Connor ends up getting whacked in the face with his tail. In all honesty he has no idea where he’s rushed off to, what appointments and such he has to keep as a wholly unemployed dog, but he’s positive it makes sense to him, at least.   

Leon picks Waluigi. 

“You’re too committed to being a hater,” Connor tells him. He chooses Princess Peach, like he always does, because Cam had told him the girl characters had a better chance of winning when he was six. He’d ended up losing for two years straight, but that’s besides the point.