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Mac was feeling good about today. Nothing out of the ordinary happened; he didn't find silver seeds lying on the ground, nor did he win anything at all, he just...felt good about today. Which meant, at long last, it was rematch time. Yes, he had a gamer score to settle with a certain Dragon...and today seemed like a good day to do it. Shortly after his revelation he was at Jericho's door, just hoping the boil was home; it would defeat the entire purpose if he wasn't! Luckily Jericho did answer his door (HA HAH TODAY WAS DEFINITELY LOOKING UP) and Mac, who was all grins, jerked his thumb down the hallway, from the way he came.

"I demand a rematch." Surely Jericho had nothing else to do today!

There wasn't anything particularly special about that day and it seemed to be just like any other. One thing was for certain though, Jericho didn't expect Mac to be at his door demanding a rematch. For a moment or so he stared at the boy before chuckling and nodding along. The blank expression he had upon opening the door soon turned into a smirk.

"Challenge accepted," the dragon grinned, "To the scarecade then? Or are we keeping this round to console and pc games?"

The Reaper knew his challenge was accepted before it was announced; it was the smirk, that was the tell. They were both pretty competitive boils it seemed, which was good. It was healthy, no matter what anyone else said! Leaning to the side he peered into Jericho's room, then down the hall that would take them to the scarecade.

"That depends." He drawled, stuffing his hands into his coat pockets. "Am I going to die of heat in there?" Jericho was a fire dragon, and there was lava, at least that's what he assumed it was. "Remember, I'm not a Dragon and my hyde's not that tough."

At the mention of the heat, Jericho glanced back towards the lava pit, then grinned back at Mac.

"Just don't wander too close to the pit. Otherwise, if Mal can take the heat, then so can you. Unless you're secretly made of ice or something," he said while eyeing the reaper a little critically as if trying to see if he was made of ice.

"But I don't mind where we go for it," he added.

"Oh. Sizing me up then, was he?" Mac's brow raised under his hat, watching as the Catastrophe toddled off after Jericho waved, finding that altogether incredibly amusing. After all, Mac was by no means a threat to an actual DRAGON. Sure he had magic, but he was incredibly underskilled; he was here for a reason, after all.

The Reaper took a seat beside the dragon, hopefully out of spiteful range of those wings of his, and went through the beginning of the game. Before long, and almost shamefully quickly, the first round of three went to Jericho. Black eyes stared in dismay at the screen, but he refused to let it get to him right now.

"IT'S FINE!" Mac called out, still grinning. "Just a warm up, I could still beat yur a**~" Rolling his shoulders, he cast a sideways glance at Jericho. "Round two, go!"

"Yeah more or less," Jericho said while shooting a glance behind towards the wandering minipet again. He quickly turned his attention towards the game to get it started. He had a pretty damn good start and managed to keep up the momentum he had to keep ahead of Mac for the first race. Grinning, he chuckled at Mac's reaction.

"Sure sure. Let's go!" he said as he started up the second race. It was a close one, but after taking one too many red skulls, he fell behind. The dragon wasn't quite able to catch up again after that.

"Heh. Getting your game on finally?" he asked, "Well final round for Scario Kart. Go!"

"I should bring one of the pups over, and see how he deals with that." Mac laughed, shaking his head. The little Pirate wannabe pup was an absolute magician when it came to getting in and out of trouble. The competitive side of the Reaper had him slowly start to lean forward the moment he realized he was getting ahead of the other boil, as though it would urge him forward in the game enough to KEEP the lead.

"YES!" He hissed out, throwing a fist in the air; an action that was almost immediately taken back. "I MEAN! Woo I won~" He drawled in a more even tone, incase his outburst would jinx him. "Finally? Dude, now that you're not cheating we're on even ground." He joked with a laugh, shaking his head and settling in for the final round. Some lucky skull uses later, and Mac came out victorious.

"HAH! Yeeeesssss I knew it!" He cheered for his first victory against Jericho; a real victory, not a smidgen of a mini game. "Next, then?" He suggested energetically, leaning his upper arms forward against his propped up knees.

As Mac cheered upon his victory, Jericho narrowed his eyes while keeping a mental note to win the next round. Right now, Mac had the lead! he couldn't let this keep up.

"Don't let it get to your head," he smirked while swapping the game to the next one in line... Street Frighter IV. Though he had to switch systems for it, the setup didn't take long at all. And before long, the first match was up and running. Focusing on the game, the dragon tried to anticipate what sorts of moves Mac was going to make so that he could try and counterattack. It seemed to work out because he ended up being the victor for the first round.

Rather than saying anything yet, he just sort of gave the reaper a smug look.

Mac was frowning. Like, really frowning. Jericho was once more in the lead and this was getting ridiculous! Absolutely ridiculous. While he didn't like to consider himself a poor loser, there was something about this situation that just...well, being a sore loser couldn't be helped!

"Very close." He commented with a sigh, leaning back to play. Shooters were not his forte and this one was no exception; why he agreed to play this game was beyond him, he was lkely just getting ahead of himself. It came as no surprise that the Dragon won the first round, and Mac didn't say anything more as they moved into the second one. Though, he was starting to plot about how to try and trip his opponent up; clearly playing by normal means was not working!

Ugh, think Mac, think! There has to be something...! Ugh...Oh! Maybe...

"What do you think about Lizzy?" The Reaper asked suddenly.

After winning the first round, Jericho took in a breath before grinning at Mac. It was close, yes, but he managed to get some good headshots in which made him feel good. Once they were both ready again, he went on and started the second round. He was being careful, trying to find good locations for cover while also seeking out his opponent.

"Eh? Lizzy?" the dragon repeated in confusion. He was a little distracted with the game so he didn't really answer just yet. It wasn't until the second round finished with his win that he turned towards the Reaper to really reply.

"She's a pretty nice girl I think. Sometimes she's a little strange though," he said with a tilt of his head, "Why do you ask?"

Mac lost.

Of course he lost.

His question didn't even phase the Dragon! So either he was really focused on winning, or he didn't think of Lizzy in the same way she apparently thought of him. Sighing again, he put down the controller and propped his chin under a hand, elbow on his knee.

"Good game." He murmured nicely enough, frowning to himself while he drummed his fingers against his own cheek. He eyed his opponent for a moment, and then he chuckled. "You're telling me." She was an odd demon all around that one, but he shook his head and continued, a little too late to stop now. "So I take it you've never noticed, eh?" It was cryptic, but important nonetheless.

"Good game indeed," Jericho grinned while setting down his controller and turning off the system in the meantime. With that taken care of, he turned back towards Mac and chuckled. Lizzy certainly had her quirks, but they weren't bad really. At the question though, he was a little lost. The dragon felt like something was missing from it because he didn't quite get what was being asked exactly.

"Uh... I never noticed what?" he asked while blinking. He was trying to think of what it might be, but the reaper really didn't give him much to go off of there.

Mac chuckled, giving a shrug. Okay, so maybe it wasn't that there was something romantic between them. He'd heard about Dragons and Riders but he never really paid attention to that particular piece of information. It might not have been romantic in the dating way, but the connection between the two was clearly still an intimate one.

"well, Alright, just thought I'd ask. Good to know you're aware of it, I'd hate for this to make you one of those alone forever scarelings." A dismissive wave of his hand, he brushed the subject aside and gestured towards the consoles.

"I was closer this time! Maybe next time, then?" He was determined to beat Jericho one day. He had to. Had. To.

Jericho stared at Mac for a little longer, before letting out a chuckle and nodding to the guy.

"It was definitely closer this time," he grinned, "I'll have to be sure to step up my game next time around to keep up!"

Laughing again, he stood up and stretched his limbs before looking towards the Reaper, "So I guess I'll see you around?"

"I'm just working my way up to my great victory." Mac joked with a low chuckle, shaking his head. For shaaaaame Mac, for SHAME. Losing twice to the game Dragon! Yes. Twice. He wasn't counting individual games, that would just be embarassing.

"Yeah man, I'll talk to you later. Bye~" Waving over his shoulder, Mac left the Monster Dorms and headed back to his own, trying to think up a new strategy.