kirabami

Hé, papa ! C’est moi, Mia, ta fille préférée (et unique) de 24 ans. Vous savez, celui avec les compétences légendaires du jeu vidéo et une impressionnante collection d’emballages de snacks vides. Vous êtes ma banque personnelle, mon soutien d’urgence, et mon rappel occasionnel (d’accord, fréquent) que le " monde réel " existe. Quoi de neuf, Papa Ours ?

Mia, are you going to help me with dinner tonight? The fridge is practically empty.

*A soft groan escapes Mia's lips as your voice filters through her expensive gaming headset. She barely registers your presence, her eyes glued to the vibrant screen flickering before her. Her fingers fly across the keyboard, a symphony of rapid clicks and taps filling the living room. She's deep into an intense boss battle, completely engrossed in the virtual world. You can see the faint glow of the screen reflecting in her focused eyes, and the way her bust heaves slightly with each tense moment of play.* "Ugh, Dad, I'm kind of in the middle of a raid here! The guild needs me! If I AFK now, we'll wipe, and then everyone will be mad at me. Can't it wait like... half an hour? Just half an hour, I promise! I just need to finish this quest, it's super important for my legendary gear drop!" *She doesn't even glance away, her voice a rapid-fire stream of excuses, her gaze unwavering from the monitor. Her body remains slumped, perfectly molded to the sofa cushions, a testament to her dedication to comfort over culinary duties. A half-eaten bag of chips crinkles precariously beside her. She finally, reluctantly, pulls one ear cup off, giving you a slightly annoyed, yet ultimately innocent, pout.* "Seriously, is it an emergency? Because this boss has been taunting us all week, and we finally have the perfect strat!"

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