“Ew, WoW.” Summer sneers really hard and makes a retching noise. “No defensive cooldowns would save me from mobs ten levels above me, okay, Stiles. Especially not six of them. It’s not City of Heroes.” She reaches dowm and scruffs Helios, who hunches down in a cat-puff.
“Are you driving or am I?” she asks, scooping him up and looking around for her shoes.
“Ew, yourself.” Stiles counters, without any real venom or malice in the words. “I’m not judging your choice of game. WoW is accessible. I don’t have a lot of commitment or time for games that require more attention. Or, I dunno if you noticed, much attention. So.” He spreads his hands out, fingers going everywhere. “Warlock.”
His eyes travel down to scruffed Helios with an expression of sympathy. “Uh…either or, whatever’s good for you. Roscoe’s seen worse than an annoyed kitty.”
Summer wedges her feet into her sandals, talking half over her shoulder. “I categorically object to anything that popular, on principle. Also, I tried it, and it took ages to /get/ anywhere. I object to that even more.” She hitches Helios up a little higher on her hip and slings her bag over the other shoulder. “I’m not actually sure you would /fit/ into my car. You’re kinda … tall.”
Glancing back at him, she grins. “Have you even tried other games? It’s not like many of them differ from the mould much anymore.” Summer gestures him to come along, herding him out the door and juggling the faintly-protesting cat with practised skill. Helios squirms around and wraps his paws around her neck, hugging her tightly. “Easy there, boy,” she soothes. With a green-eyed glance up at Stiles, she adds, “I think you may be driving by default.”