I grinned, my fingers dancing over the keys. "'Petals and Puddles' it is. Prepare to have your ass handed to you, BlueBalls. See you on the battlefield." I hit send and leaned back into Atlas.
Atlas growled softly, his arms wrapping tighter around me. "I do not like this male. He is disrespectful and arrogant."
I patted his arm, smiling. "That's exactly why I need to take him down a peg. Don't worry, Atlas. I've got this."
Harlow clapped her hands together, her eyes shining with excitement. "This is gonna be epic. I can't wait to see the look on his face when you wipe the floor with him."
Atlas let out a whine behind his throat. “This game sounds nice and not violent like the games I’ve seen you play.”
I bit my lip, trying not to laugh. “Its all an illusion. It’s basically blowing up a garden kingdom, bloodshed everywhere. It’s amazing.”
Atlas’ antennae leaned back on his head.
I stood up, stretching my arms above my head. "Alright, I need to prep. Harlow, can you handle the promo? Make sure everyone knows about the showdown."
Harlow saluted me, a mischievous grin on her face. "You got it, boss. I'll make sure the world knows that TeaBagTitan is about to get his sculpted ass kicked."
Atlas stood up as well, with me in his arms. He growled, looking at the picture of Titan on the computer. “I hate this male. Where does he live?”
I slapped his chest playfully. “You’re funny. No one really knows where other players live; it’s a privacy thing. We will beat him in the game, no worries.”
I stepped away, but Atlas continued to stare at Titan’s face, like he was taking it into memory.
Oh shit.
“Atlas?” I called out to him and watched as he pulled a phone out of his pocket and took a picture.
And here comes the obsessive monster boyfriend…
“Nah, ah, ah. We ain’t doing that. I cannot get caught with that; this is my job. You said I could do this. You promised!” I ran up to him and gave him my good pouted lip.
I get everything with that pouted lip.
He stared down at me and then stared at the picture. “But, he is competition, I must eliminate him.”
I made a face of disgust. “Ew, him? He is gross.”
“Harlow likes this male. He said his backside was muscular. Mine is soft,” Atlas whined.
“Because your heart is big,” I replied quickly. “I like big hearts in big butts.” I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed hisbutt lovingly. “Now let me beat up the bad guy, please. If he beats me, then you can go beat him up in real life.”
Atlas sighed heavily. “If this is what you wish, I will wait. But it is hard.”
I swung our hands back and forth. “Does my mothy need a reward?”
His antennae perked up. “I get a reward?”
I nodded excitedly. “Yup, a treat. Harlow, you might wanna leave for this.”
Harlow already had her nose pinched and was backing toward the door. “Yup, smelled it from here. Ya’ll behave now. Use protection. I’m not ready to be an auntie yet.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Atlas
Kassie needed rest before tomorrow's tournament, but instead she was glued to her screen, engrossed in a deceptively adorable game that featured more violence than its pastel aesthetic suggested.
First, there was a field of pink and blue flowers, their petals swaying in a digital breeze while playful songs sung in the background. Cartoon rabbits with oversized eyes, and playful, pranced through the meadow, leaving sparkles behind them. The pastel scene nearly lulled me to sleep, and for a precious moment, I was able to press my snout against the warm curvewhere Kassie's neck met her shoulder. I inhaled her scent while I encircled her waist with my lower set of arms.
