Anon had kept his promise to Mrrh, staying with him as the days went by. Granted, Anon was more of an annoyance; since he didn't need to eat there were no bathroom breaks on his end, and since he barely slept he was able to keep an even closer tab on his self-mutilating friend. While he was sure he was annoying Mrrh, it was what Mrrh wanted, and damned if he was going to back out of it now. Luckily the entire time wasn't spent in the crypt. Under Anon's watchful eye they went for walks, or played various board or video games in the employee rec room. Today was one of those days, where the cadaver teen had pulled Mrrh from the crypt to guide him to the rec room, putting in a somewhat violent but car-based video game. They were a few chapters into it, and Anon was struggling; he never really played video games before, and this was going horribly.
It had been a long couple of days, sleep seemed to be the only escape from his constant want for a release, but even in his dreams he found himself cutting and he'd wake up in a sweat to find Anon still watching over him. Anon probably knew this was hard for him...more than hard. It was getting to downright impossible. Though he was pleased with the walks as it meant moving around and seeing more than the four walls of the crypt the video game was becoming a new interest. Mostly because is allowed himself to be violent but not hurt anyone or himself. Course...he was just as terrible as Anon was at it. He had a habit of turning his hands when trying to get the car to turn, it of course didn't help him in the least but he was trying.
"s**t s**t s**t.." he swore as he had hit a couple of pedistrians and flagged the cops down upon him.
Anon was strugglign, his car going obnoxiously slow in an attempt to not get into an accident or to hurt anyone; clearly he wasn't getting the entire concept of the game. Either that, or he just chose not to. The teen was sitting back in the couch, his knees up against his chest and doing something similar to his friend; actually moving the controller when he didn't need to. Mrrh's cursing made him pause, glancing over at his friend to laugh as silently as ever. Oh Mrrh, you silly thing. When he looked back at the screen, he realized he had his finger on the acceleration button, and he was accidentally speeding through a park; the bodies flying, people jumping out of the way... Guilt sinking in his chest, the teen frantically tried to correct the situation.
Mrrh was laughing a bit, it was strange to be in a situation where he could laugh or actually wanted to laugh. He pointed at the screeen as he watched Anon speed through pedistrians.
"Hahaha Anon you have more stars than I do." He quiped as he didn't realize by using one hand to point he had slowed down to the point that his car had stopped. The police had caught up to his character and yanked him from the vehicle. <********!" Mrrh cursed as he punched and kicked trying to get out of the cops grasp...but he had reacted too late and he now waited for respawn. He watched Anon play a bit whilst he waited, glad for the diversion. "Look out to your left!" he warned seeing a police car speeding towards him.
Anon startled when Mrrh turned to help him instead, veering his car right and speeding down a street to try and avoid the cops. A few barely made turns later and it slipped on the pavement, going into a rather brutal roll before crashing into the front window of a populated restaurant. After the screaming and the fire errupted, a large 'GAME OVER' text crossed the screen, and with a silent sigh he looked over at his friend. Should they restart? Do something else? Hmm.
Mrrh rubbed his face trying to smother a laugh, it was hard not to ..they were just so terrible at this. But he enjoyed himself when they played, it was a great distraction. "I think were done for today.." He mused leanign back against the couch, though what to do next was hard to know. He fiddeled with the controller absent mindedly, his hands always got twitchy when he needed his fix. Another sure sign was that he'd start to stroke a scar over and over again with the tip of a finger. He hadn't gotten that far yet...but he was starting to feel...antsy...a mild headache beggining to form.
"So what now?"
