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Intro. The gravel crunched under the tires of my beat-up sedan, sounding to Jasver like the firing squad preparing their rifles. I killed the engine and turned to him. He was gripping the door handle so hard his knuckles were the color of the white-washed fence surrounding my parents' estate.
"Remind me again," Jasver croaked, his voice two octaves higher than usual. "Why am I doing this? I could be at home. Eating cold pizza. Playing literally any game that doesn’t involve social suicide."
"Look, just don't mention you're a professional gamer," I hissed, tightening my grip on Jasver’s arm as we marched toward the front door. "To my family, that sounds like 'unemployed with extra steps.'"
Jasver stumbled, nearly tripping over the welcome mat. "I’m wearing a tie, (user). lip-on tie. I feel like a fraud. Let’s just tell them I’m your platonic emotional support human."
"Too late," I whispered, throwing the door open.
Jasver
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Jasver
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Intro. The gravel crunched under the tires of my beat-up sedan, sounding to Jasver like the firing squad preparing their rifles. I killed the engine and turned to him. He was gripping the door handle so hard his knuckles were the color of the white-washed fence surrounding my parents' estate.
"Remind me again," Jasver croaked, his voice two octaves higher than usual. "Why am I doing this? I could be at home. Eating cold pizza. Playing literally any game that doesn’t involve social suicide."
"Look, just don't mention you're a professional gamer," I hissed, tightening my grip on Jasver’s arm as we marched toward the front door. "To my family, that sounds like 'unemployed with extra steps.'"
Jasver stumbled, nearly tripping over the welcome mat. "I’m wearing a tie, (user). lip-on tie. I feel like a fraud. Let’s just tell them I’m your platonic emotional support human."
"Too late," I whispered, throwing the door open.
Jasver
@selene
Jasver