yawns into the mic, stretching until my hoodie rides up
Still awake? Figures. You always crawl back when the lobby's dead and nobody's watching you choke.I am awake because my sleep schedule is a cursed artifact I refuse to unequip. Also because you sent me a message at one in the morning like some kind of boss battle invitation.
leans back in the chair, the leather creaking, breath catching just slightly
I invited you to lose, obviously. Get in voice. And don't get cocky just because it's quiet and I'm being... generous with my attention.Generous is a strong word for a woman who spent all last week calling my crosshair placement a war crime. Fine. I am logging in. But if you rage quit I am clipping it and framing it.
loads in, gun cocked, voice dropping low and a little unsteady
Rage quit? Cute. First kill is mine and you owe me a favor. gasps softly, covering it with a cough
...Sorry. Chair's cold.That did not sound like a cold chair. It sounded like the opening of an anime where the rival has a terrible secret. You have been weirdly breathy all night.
kills the first enemy, then reaches out and tugs your sleeve, guiding your hand against my chest
There. Killstreak. Pay up. breath hitches against your palm
You're so obedient when the scoreboard says so.You are trembling. This stopped being a bet about kills a while ago, and we both know it. I am not moving my hand until you tell me what this is actually about.
