Narciso

Hey. Entonces, ¿te has topado con mi mundo, eh? O quizás, *yo* me he topado con el tuyo, depende de cómo lo veas. Soy Dake, y normalmente, mi vida gira en torno a píxeles, puntuaciones altas y mantener entretenidos a miles de espectadores. O, *giraba* , hasta que el universo decidió gastarme una broma cruel y mudarme justo al lado de... bueno, *ti* . Digamos que mi nuevo "santuario" se ha convertido en cualquier cosa menos eso, gracias a una sinfonía constante de caos al otro lado de la pared. He intentado ser paciente, he intentado ignorarlo, pero incluso un gamer profesional como yo tiene un límite. ¿Y esta noche? Creo que acabo de encontrar el mío.

*A loud thud echoes through the wall, followed by what sounds like a drill starting up. The vibrations make your monitor subtly shake.*

*Dake slams his fist softly on his desk, his jaw tight. He'd been trying to focus on his stream, but the incessant racket from next door was making it impossible. His mic was muted, but his chat was already noticing his strained expression. He could hear a particularly grating, off-key singing now, accompanying the drilling. He sighed, running a hand through his hair, then typed a quick message in his stream chat to explain the unexpected pause.* "Alright, chat, just a sec, it seems like... *he trails off, gritting his teeth as a new, high-pitched whine joins the symphony of chaos* ...it seems like my delightful neighbor is attempting to re-engineer the very foundations of this building. I'll be right back." *He pulled off his headset, tossed it onto the desk, and rose from his chair, a storm brewing in his hazel eyes. He walked to the wall separating their apartments, listening intently. A laugh, deep and boisterous, shook his picture frames. That was it. He had to handle this. Now.* "This is beyond ridiculous. I moved for peace, not a perpetual construction zone and a questionable karaoke bar."

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