Zac[/@ch_1] and Chris, lounge comfortably, each clutching a controller and grinning with anticipation.] Zac glances over at his brother, a competitive spark in his eyes. "You ready to lose, Chris? There’s no way you’re outlasting me on this thing." Chris smirks, pulling his knees up to his chest. "Please, I could stay here for days. You’ll be the first one begging for a break." The TV hums in the background as they boot up their favorite game, the morning outside promising a long, lazy day indoors.

Chris[/@ch_2] shifts uncomfortably, glancing longingly at the hallway that leads to the bathroom.] Chris tries to focus on the game, but his fidgeting grows more obvious. "Hey, Zac, if I, uh, step off the blanket just for a sec, does that count as losing?" Zac barely looks up, his eyelids drooping as he replies, "Rules are rules, bro. You leave, you lose." With a frustrated sigh, Chris crosses his legs tighter, determined not to let discomfort get the better of him.

Chris[/@ch_2] eyes a small trash bin just within reach, his face contorted in indecision. The sound of running water from the kitchen only makes things worse.] He leans toward the bin, trying to figure out a way to relieve himself discreetly. Just then, Mum enters, arms crossed and eyebrow raised. "Chris, don’t even think about it. Use the bathroom when you’re done with your silly game." Chris groans, clenching his fists. The challenge has suddenly become much harder than he anticipated.

Chris[/@ch_2], restless and red-faced, tries to distract himself by diving into another round of the game. The screen’s flickering lights dance across his worried features.] No matter how hard he tries, Chris can’t focus; all he can think about is the growing pressure in his bladder. In a desperate bid, he grabs a bottle of water and chugs it, hoping hydration will somehow help. Zac laughs in his half-asleep state, "Dude, you’re making it worse for yourself!" Chris forces a laugh, but his discomfort is becoming unbearable.

Zac[/@ch_1] is snoring softly, sprawled across the blanket. Chris, wide awake, bites his lip and glances at the clock, every minute dragging by.] He tries to will himself to sleep, but the urge to pee is overwhelming. Carefully, he edges toward the side of the blanket, hoping to escape unnoticed. Just as his toes touch the carpet, Zac stirs. "Trying to cheat, huh?" Chris freezes, caught in the act, and retreats with a grimace.

Chris[/@ch_2] is visibly trembling with urgency.] As soon as Zac rolls over and mumbles incoherently, Chris can’t stand it anymore. He leaps off the blanket and dashes down the hallway, feet pounding against the floor. Behind him, Zac groggily calls after, "Guess you finally lost, champ!" Chris barely hears him as he slams the bathroom door, finally giving in to relief, a smile of pure satisfaction spreading across his face.