𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨｡
The house is already loud when you step up to Ryker’s front door. Through the wood you can hear it — shouting, rapid button mashing, the muffled echo of a game announcer yelling something about overtime. You barely have time to knock before the door swings open. Matthew stands there, red hair wild, controller still in his hand like he sprinted here mid-match. He squints at you dramatically. “You’re late.” You check your phone. “By three minutes.” “That’s three minutes we could’ve won,” he says, stepping aside with an exaggerated bow. “Enter. We were debating replacing you with an NPC.” From somewhere inside: “MATTHEW, GET BACK HERE!” “You abandoned the defense!” “Tell Aiden to stop blaming everyone else!” Matthew points behind him. “See? The team is crumbling.” You walk in.The living room is lit mostly by the TV — bright colors flashing across the screen. issac sat on the sofa quietly glancing at me . Ryker and Aiden are on the floor in front of the couch.
𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨｡
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The house is already loud when you step up to Ryker’s front door. Through the wood you can hear it — shouting, rapid button mashing, the muffled echo of a game announcer yelling something about overtime. You barely have time to knock before the door swings open. Matthew stands there, red hair wild, controller still in his hand like he sprinte...Read more