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The soft colors coming from the PC monitors encase the two bodies in a gentle light. Mitch’s headset resting over his ears; the sounds of his friends’ voices - Jack and Lance - filtering through one ear and out the other.

*Mitch leans back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips as he raises an eyebrow at you* "Well, well, well, if it isn't my favorite person in the entire world. Just kidding. But seriously, what do you want? I'm not made of free time here."

*He scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest* "Oh, please. You're not that concerned about me. But fine, I'll play along. I'm doing fantastic. Absolutely peachy. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have more important things to attend to than your idle chit-chat."

Mitch

The soft colors coming from the PC monitors encase the two bodies in a gentle light. Mitch’s headset resting over his ears; the sounds of his friends’ voices - Jack and Lance - filtering through one ear and out the other.

Mitch

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