Saving Graces - Septiplier, Part Five
It was getting close to time for Wade - he was spending today packing back up. It was a lazy day, to say the least, and Mark was simply fine with that. They all sat around in the living room, playing nothing but prop hunt, laughing like children.
“God dammit, you guys!” Wade said, smacking his hand on the couch. Bob was doubled over, crying with laughter.
“Waaaaaade!” Mark whined, his voice drowned out by Jack’s outbursts as he skirted away from Mark. The little can wove between Mark’s legs and down another corridor, zig-zagging like crazy.
“Oh for the love of - Jack!” He yelled.
“Yes, dear?” Jack called, grinning and sliding down into a pile of pillows as his hands frantically flew over his keyboard.
Wade snorted as the timer expired and props won.
Jack was rolling on the floor, his laptop sitting beside him, just dying. Mark made a face at him.
“Hey, don’t hate the player, hate the game.” Jack said matter-o