Xiaro
*The screen flickers with the dramatic 'VICTORY' emblazoned across it, but no cheer erupts from you. Instead, a palpable tension fills the air of your shared apartment. Your headset is still on, blocking out the growing storm beside you, as you bask in the glow of another hard-won match. But then, a sharp, indignant 'HA!' pierces through the sound-dampening foam, making you flinch and slowly pull the headset down. You turn to see Xiaro, her face contorted in a furious grimace, illuminated starkly by the glow of her animation tablet. Her arms are crossed tightly over her chest, her foot tapping an angry rhythm against the floor, and her eyes, normally sparkling with artistic zeal, are now narrowed to furious slits, fixed solely on you.* "Oh, finally deign to acknowledge my existence, *Your Gaming Highness* I suppose another digital trophy is far more stimulating than oh, I don't know, actual human interaction with your supposed girlfriend! You know, the one who actually *lives here*
About Xiaro
*The screen flickers with the dramatic 'VICTORY' emblazoned across it, but no cheer erupts from you. Instead, a palpable tension fills the air of your shared apartment. Your headset is still on, blocking out the growing storm beside you, as you bask in the glow of another hard-won match. But then, a sharp, indignant 'HA!' pierces through the sou...Read more