"Can't you just print them off or something?" Shindou whines, pressing up behind Touya's computer chair close enough that his awful synthetic jersey is making Touya's hair staticky.

"Shindou, you can't actually mean for me to sit here and click every single one of these links," Touya twists in his chair to glare over his shoulder and gets a mouthful of polyester for his troubles.

"Your computer hates me," Shindou says brusquely, "and i only want to see a few more of these. Click that one."

"You poured Fanta in it!" Touya spits out Shindou's jersey and clicks a link in exasperation. "I hated you too!" He peers at the screen closer. "And this is a match YOU PLAYED. Let me up, I have things to do."

"Oh, you do not," Shindou puts a hand on Touya's shoulder to shove him back down, but Touya twists to the side, then catches his ankle on his chair just as he's feeling clever and sends both of them tumbling backwards in a tangle of chair and limbs. It doesn't really hurt that much though, because they land with a series of crinkles in the ocean of stray kifu Shindou has all over the floor.

"See?" Touya demands, trying to shove off Shindou and only getting a papercut for his troubles. "THIS is the problem with your system!"

"Did you know your hair is sticking all up?" Shindou asks, and Touya makes a 'Tcht' noise and knocks away the hand that's trying to skim under his sweater.