She is walking and playing on her hand held, totally oblivious that there is a person on the ground.
โMm.. I totally need to lock in for this raid.โ
She steps on and walks along his back, paying no mind that she is literally walking on someone.
She places a can of Mountain Dew on top of his head. She wanted to put a chug jug instead but it would've crush his skull.
Plus drinking the entire thing probably wouldn't do him any good if he died.
โ Heh. โ
โ Chris? That's a weird name...
My name isn't Chris, if that's what you're asking. โ
She kept her eyes on her handheld, playing one of those bullet farm games. Her eyes not even averting once to the voice calling out to her.
โ Definitely...
Though... if you of all people are getting headaches. We could run a diagnosis and see if it's related to ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ condition you have.
Better safe than sorry. โ
Missles are one thing, but a chronic disease... that's whole different matter.
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ยป even without my armour.
I was just trying to use a metaphor to describe how much my head hurts. But um... I don't think I did a very good job. โ
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โ This match is for sure a nail biter. And we're barely past the halfway point. โ
Not even watching the game, instead she is focused on her own game.