"Oh my god, you have got to be kidding me!" he shouted, throwing his controller down on the beanbag he was sitting on out of frustration. His cousin was grinning smugly, his smile bright in the dimmed room.

"C'mon, Michael, don't get too upset. I've got four years on you, so it's only natural I'd be better at Smash Bros." Michael flopped backwards onto the large bean bag, covering his face with the controller and groaning in irritation.

"It's not fair! I should have won at least once by now!" he huffed, sinking further into the bean bag. His cousin's grin softened to a smile.

"Okay, what if I played my worst character? Would you be happy?" he asked, fiddling with the controller until his marker was hovering over one of the Mario variations available for selection. Michael sat up, his mess of dull reddish-brown hair falling into his right eye. He scowled at his cousin, moving his maker so he could select Lucario.

"You're absolutely sure that's your worst character? Like, totally sure." His cousin laughed a little, nodding as he leaned back in his beanbag a little.

"Yep. I suck ass at the doctor version of Mario. That's why I always stick with Bowser or Mewtwo." Michael rolled his eyes before selecting his character. His cousin selected his, and the randomized stage setting on the game pulled up the Pokemon stadium. Michael flashed a smug grin at the other boy.

"Ready player two?" he asked tauntingly, and his cousin grinned.

"You're going down, pipsqueak." The countdown began, a prerecorded voice shouting happily from the TV.

"Three, two, one, FIGHT!" the game yelled, accompanied by bold red letters on screen while the two cousins shouted the countdown with it. As soon as the last of the letters faded from the screen the two began furiously pressing buttons, taunting each other and yelling loudly. After a few long minutes the screen displayed 'GAME' in those same red letters as Michael's character knocked his cousin's off the screen. He stared at the screen, dull blue eyes wide as he took in the enormity of what had just happened. A wide grin crossed his face agonizingly slow, and he hopped out of the beanbag as he realized what had happened.

"I did it! I beat you! I beat Kaz Weathers, champion of Smash Bros!" he shouted ecstatically, throwing his hands up in the air and beginning to dance in place, throwing his hands in the air and jumping circles around his cousin. Kaz smiled happily up at Michael as he began to chant, pointing and yelling happily. In his giddy state the younger of the two had all but forgotten the dull blue controller clutched loosely in his hand as he waved it around. One particularly high jump and the controller slid from his pale fingers, flying through the air and hitting Kaz square in the nose. The older cousin recoiled, falling backwards in surprise as the end of the controller narrowly missed shattering one of the lenses of his glasses. A hand flew up to his nose instinctively, rubbing gingerly at the bridge of it as he chuckled.