“Oh, please!” Amy yells at their television, “Where did that come from?”
Earlier, when she has asked Sheldon to try out the game that was keeping him so busy, she didn’t imagine it would be that hard to survive more than five minutes. Still, she is not ready to give up yet, and makes the game restart… and got shot almost immediately.
“Oh my God! You can be that stupid!”, She yells at the avatar.
Sheldon sits next to her, increasingly worried about the safety of his gaming system - and his own. He rarely has seen Amy so be aggressively determined in succeeding at something, and so evidently not good at it.
“Amy, do you realize she is only a CGI realization of the commands you send fro-” He can’t finish, as she glances at him. He gulps, “You know, maybe it’s just your learning curve being a little slow…”
Amy sighs, and throws the controller on the coffee table, “Just tell it! You know you are itching to,” she snaps.
“Telling what?”, Sheldon asks.
“How obviously I suck at this game,” Amy answers, and flops on the couch backrest puffing out her frustration.
Amy shrugs, “You’re just saying that. You just want to have your game back.”
“That’s not true,” Sheldon says, “Well, it is true that I’d love to return to my game, but I really meant what I said,” he reassures her. He leans and brushes her arm, “Come on, let’s try again.”
Sheldon sits back, “Come here,” he requests, and points to his legs.
Amy stares back, unsure, “You mean- I sit there?”
He shakes his head, “How can we use the same controller, otherwise?” he points out.
Amy obeys, and sits on his legs. He reaches for the controller, and hands it to her. “Ready? I control the weapons and the gun sight, you take the thumbstick to move.”
It takes them a few minutes to shout down the first bad guy. Amy looks back at Sheldon, glowing. He places a small kiss on her shoulder, “Good job! But don’t forget there are many more to come,” he reminds her.
Couple aesthetic:the short one tries to kiss the tall one,but they can’t reach up; so they gently stand on their toes,take the tall one’s neck
And DRAG THE MOTHERFUCKER DOWN.
IF I CAN’T GO UP,YOU’RE GOING DOWN WITH ME