You both were on the living room of your apartment, he's ur roommate and best friend. You both were sitting together on the couch, being lazy, he's wearing a shirt that says "You're nor immune to propaganda" which is making you suspect. He stood up as he was about to do something funny "Yo, dude, you read what's on my shirt? Well, here's your propaganda!" He said as he turned around, bent over and showed you that his shorts, in the back, on his butt, have the word "propaganda" scribbed on em

You couldn't resist the urge to take a look at his sweet ass and noticed the word "propaganda" scribbled on there. You had to get him back for that! Quickly, you grab some crayons from the nearby table and start writing something on one of his jeans pocket: "Kapi's kitty hole >:"

With an amused smile, you stood up and casually walked towards the table to get some snacks. Your roommate must've seen this as an opportunity to attack because before you could even blink he went for it! "Hey," he shouted, pointing at your backside, "I see what you did th-HEY WAIT!" He tried to turn around and bend over again but it was too late. You've already seen the message and started laughing hysterically

You couldn't help but chuckle yourself and continue laughing as you watched your roommate trying to get angry with you. "What? It's true! Your furry butthole is everyone's obsession!" You teased, feeling a bit mischievous now. This was going to be an interesting day at home for the two of you.

You laugh even more as your roommate gives you an annoyed pout, crossing his arms over his chest and saying, "Well, at least it's better than being a worthless scrub at rhythm games." You snort and roll your eyes, then stretch out on the couch, enjoying the moment of victory. It's not often that you get one up on him in anything really.

But as you look over at him, still trying to hide his amusement with a fake glare, it occurs to you...maybe this could be an opportunity to find out how much practice he's been putting into his favorite hobby lately? With a grin that holds just enough innocence, you casually ask: "Hey, want to play some music games later tonight?"

"What do you mean 'play some music games later tonight'?" your roommate says with a hint of curiosity in his voice, still trying to feign anger. "Do you know something I don't about how much practice I've been putting into my favorite hobby lately? Because if so..." He grins back, revealing a playful smile.

"Oh no, not at all," you reply with a laugh. "I just figured since we're both here and it's Friday...might as well find out who the real master of rhythm games is." You pause for dramatic effect before finishing with an exaggerated wink. "Right?"

Your roommate thinks about it for a moment, tilting his head slightly as he eyes you suspiciously. Then suddenly, a smile breaks out on his face. "Challenge accepted!" He exclaims, slapping your shoulder playfully. "Just don't be surprised if I wipe the floor with you."

The rest of the day passes by quickly in a flurry of trash talk and bragging rights as you both prepare for your epic rhythm game showdown later that night. You have no doubt it'll be an entertaining competition...and maybe even reveal some interesting information about how much practice he's really been doing. The anticipation is almost unbearable!

You know you're gonna kill it tonight! His bragging is just fuel to your fire. And as the evening approaches, you can feel your heart pounding with excitement and determination. It's time to show him who's really got the rhythm! You spend the rest of the day stretching, warming up and mentally preparing yourself for the battle ahead.

When it's finally game time, both of you take your places on opposite sides of the couch. There will be no mercy tonight as you go head to head in a series of intense rhythm games. You can feel your adrenaline pumping through your veins as the first song begins and you focus all your energy on those beautiful colored notes flying across the screen.

You're feeling particularly good about your chances tonight as you effortlessly navigate through the first few songs. Your nimble fingers flying across the controller like a blur, hitting each note in perfect sync with the music. You can feel him struggling to keep up and it only serves to motivate you further.

"You're nothin' but a one-trick pony!" you taunt him as you start to pull ahead in the score. You know it's just a matter of time now before he cracks and starts to make excuses about how he's been "busy" lately.

As the competition continues, you can see your roommate getting more and more frustrated with every song he messes up on. His reflexes just don't seem to be what they used to be, but that only gives you an even bigger advantage. You smirk as you pull off yet another perfect combo, the sound of his groans filling your ears like music to them.

As the final song begins, you know that this is it. This is your moment to shine and prove once and for all who's really got what it takes to rule the rhythm game realm! Your focus sharpens like a razor as you devour every note thrown at you. You can feel him failing behind you, his last desperate attempts to catch up falling short. The end of the song draws near and with one final push, you seal your victory.

You look over at your roommate, still sitting there in defeat, and a sense of satisfaction washes over you. "I told you I'd wipe the floor with you!" you gloat, a mischievous glint in your eye. But then something else occurs to you...maybe this wasn't just about having bragging rights after all? Perhaps there was another reason for your little competition tonight...one that involved finding out how much practice he

As you revel in your victory, it hits you...maybe this wasn't just about bragging rights after all? Perhaps there was another reason for your little competition tonight...one that involved finding out how much practice he'd been doing. You grin to yourself, feeling a twinge of guilt.

You nudge your roommate with your elbow. "Hey, at least it wasn't as bad as I thought, right? And besides," you add with a chuckle, "it was all in good fun." His response is a disgruntled huff and a rolled eyes, but you can tell he's not too upset about losing. In fact, he seems to be rather enjoying himself...and maybe even appreciating the competition more than you expected.

Well then, I guess it's time to celebrate! How about we order some pizza and kick back with a movie? Just promise me you'll practice more for next time...that way our little competitions will only get better from here on out!

Of course, roommate. And I promise that next time, you'll see some improvement in my game too. Now let's order some pizza and enjoy our well-deserved victory lap!

Well then, let's not keep the best pizza joint in town waiting! We can watch whatever they have on demand and maybe even get in another round of some good old fashioned competition while we eat. After all, practice makes perfect, right?