Gaming afternoon

"Mmmh," came the brief reply before another headshot. Minato's tongue stuck out of the side of his mouth as he concentrated.

"You're almost drooling." he teased.

"Mmmmhh..." Boom. Headshot... "AH FUCK!" (Ground was mined. Minato died messily.)

Now, he couldn't help but laugh a little.

"Stop.. "
(Respawn. Murder. Maim. Kill. Oooh, find grenades. Murder. Maim. Kill.)
"..laughing!"

"You're not even looking at the radar, are you? You need to go to the right, not left." he calmly said while admiring the in-depth background.

"Mmh." More deaths. "Just. Killing people. Can't talk." Another enemy exploded messily.

"You gotta go talk to that guy, though." he commented, when Minato did find the guy that'd help him inside the building.

"Mmmh." Splat. Splat. Headshot. Zoom. Splat.

Well, he'd run out of enemies outside, sometime. So Kakashi just began his last preparations for the CS gaming; first of all combing his hair flat, half of it into a ponytail - yes, a ponytail, he needed to get it cut again soon - so that his hair wouldn't interfere with the comfort of his headphones, as he'd found out a couple of times.

Minato did eventually get tired of sandboxing and went inside to look for more people to brutally murder.

Then; bringing out the snacks, which - since the school constantly confiscated the chips Genma'd had lying around for them, was simply nuts and some dried fruit. Suited Kakashi just fine; he wasn't overly fond of chips anyways. To make room for the bowl on the wide desk suited for two players, he moved his recording mic (for demos) to another table.

"I brought some juice," Minato gestured in the direction of his backpack and then killed some more people.

"Cool. Got some here, too. Which one'd you bring? I've got one of the multifruits." and bam, glasses, since especially his left eye tired of the computer after an hour or two. The glasses made sure it would be three or four hours.

"Orang - woah." Kakashi with glasses. It looked...
Really weird and not at all interesting. Minato quickly concentrated on gaming.

"... What?" he asked, looking at him while pulling forth his own gaming headset and the one Minato could borrow if he wanted to, when he heard that 'woah' - lifting an eyebrow just slightly.

"Ah, sniper got me," Minato lied quickly and unconvincingly. "I brought orange juice!"
Cue 1000-watt smile.

And cue a blush spreading on high cheekbones, however weak it was. "Ah. Good." he then went back to concentrating on the headsets, or so he tried to make it seem like.

Yeah. More people dying in high definition over here.

A small cough. "So. Should we start the session with the others when you've gone through that quest?"

"Ah. Yeah. Sure, let's just start right away." Minato hit escape. "Sorry, I got kinda caught up. Hehe.."

"I know you tend to." he grinned. "I think I'll drool over the graphics for at least half a year more before I get used to it," he joked, before handing one of the Razer headsets to Minato. "Here. I told you you could borrow it if you wanted, after all."

"Uhm. Wow. Thanks." Minato carefully took the headset, holding it like it was made of glass. "Thanks, man:" Another blinding smile.

Another slight blush. "Nah, don't mention it. It's my old one either way. I don't use it any longer, so you might as well use it when you're here to game... Well, uhm, if you wanna do it sometime again, of course, I mean."

Damn. Did he sound flustered? He sure as hell hoped not, or it'd get awkward.

"...."
Yeah, he did. Minato felt a slight blush rise to his own cheeks. "Uhm. Sure. Cool. It's a sweet game, man. Totally. Totally gory and.. and the blood's really realistic. Yeah."