"Nyannanyanyaaa, nyanayanayanay nyanyanaynyanyanyanyanyanyanyan~" Gilbert sang, smiling cheerily, easily beating your player up on the screen. You gnashed your teeth in frustration at your loss.
He didn't stop singing so you kicked him in his side, making sure he felt your irritation. "Dammit Gil! Just shut the hell up already!"
"No can do frau~ You see, for the moment all I'm gonna do is pretend to be a jukebox, an awesome one at that~" You raised your eyebrow at him, had he finally gone insane?
"And you know the only way to get a jukebox to change songs is to use-"
"Money. Are you broke again?" You interjected, patronizingly folding your arms. He waved your comment away, a smirk on his face. "Nein, nein, just listen, give me something and I'll change songs for you."
By this time, your player was pummelling his, which made you grin in satisfaction. "Not so awesome now are ya?" You taunted, poking his cheek.
Snorting, he rested his hands behind his head and leant back arrogantly. "Please a mere game like this is no way to measure mein awesomeness, as it knows no bounds! Oh and frau? Nyanyanyanyanyan...."
He started up the annoying theme again and you had to mash your hands together to keep from slapping him.
"What do I need to give you to make you change songs?" Your voice was dangerously low as you glared at him.
"Find out frau~"
Damn him and his vagueness. You paused your game and got up, getting something nice from the kitchen for the two of you. "This enough?" you asked, after watching him gorge himself on the treats. Licking the crumbs of his lips, he cocked his head, a huge smile on his face.
Sighing, you rubbed your neck and you thought hard. Well I could try that, you thought. After retrieving your wallet from your bag, you held up a coin and make him open his mouth. "This enough?" You repeated, dangling the coin above his open mouth.
"N-nein!" He answered somewhat frantically, shaking his head violently. "What then?!" Sitting back down with a huff, you growled at him.
He puckered his lips, pointing at them. "You're kidding me, right?" You asked incredulously. " 'fraid not."
"Fine." Your heart beat somewhat erratically as you leant forward. You aimed for his cheek, but he had other plans as he had insinuated.
At the last moment he turned his head so your lips couldn't miss his. Immediately you tried to pull away from him, only to be stopped by his hands pulling you closer and on top of him as he fell backwards onto the couch.
Your face a furious red, you squirmed against his hold, gasping when you felt his hands travel lower than your comfort zone. You slapped his hands away, blushing terribly much to his delight.
"Pervert...." You mumbled against his lips, feeling them pull up into a smirk. "I. Don't. Care what you think~ as long as it's about meee~" he chanted, his hands rubbing your back. Nuzzling into the crook of your neck, he smiled, happy.
Good thing he'd had that wacky dream the other day.