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in dragonite boxer briefs, mateo sat in front of a game station wearing nothing more than a dark tank-top. he was chewing on a sucker while, too, grumbling at his attempt to defeat a boss on hard mode. he was never great when it came to trying to play on a setting made for expert gamers. regardless, it was infuriating him by the minute.

it wasn't until kyle's subtle intrusion broke his concentration. a scream would erupt as he'd drop the control, messily scratching his head. "damn you!" he shouted, turning toward the kitchen area. upon seeing him, he'd notice the night sweats dripping from his pores. "were you workin' or something?" why was he so sweaty?

"everyone was being loud and obnoxious back home, so i came here." a questionable expression was made as he thought about the caretakers back at the family home. "noelle was shoutin' in her sleep and chance was making grunting noises; he was also doing karate mid sleepwalk. i got it on video before leaving, wanna see the caretakers gettin' beat up? i'm uploading this on montube tomorrow!" waving his phone victoriously with an impish grin. he was thinking about he was going to rake in all the views from this.

"anyway, i came here because they were all being annoying. hopefully bryony's okay, she was kicking and fussing too." maybe it was something in the dinner they had that made them all so fussy. either way, it wasn't his problem.

notes: hiya, gamer.

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"what?!" ignoring his comment on his bad game-play. he'd grip his phone tightly, standing in disgust at the thought of having died off early. "as if i'd do something dumb as 'die off'. i'm the protagonist of my own life!" that sounded like it should be on a shirt. "don't go killing me off early in your lame dreams!" sitting back down and pouting with folded arms. he was a bit annoyed.

"besides, the hell are you doing having dreams like that?" it sounded questionable. was kyle always such a lucid dreamer? "you're not making this up, right? or did you go and hit your head or somethin'?" having gory dreams like that made it seem like he was stressing out.

notes: hiya, gamer.

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"ehhhh?!" leaning in with astonishment written all over his face. mateo was enamored by the story, "that all sounds so cool," commenting on the side, "and yet so descriptive." even in dreams he's missing excitement. talk about jealousy.

"even though it wasn't real i'm still upset i wasn't there." it brought back his envy for those participated in that big event with those crazy space invaders. he'd come to sit back with folded arms. "maybe i'm just not meant to join these types of events." nodding, he'd continue, "maybe it's the universe's way of telling me i've got a bigger calling." what exactly was it? he'd no clue. it made him go into a long thinking process.

"damn it, screw it!" he was tired from having to use his brain. "next time, i won't be left behind by everyone--not even in dreams! i just have to make my presence stronger!" he was fired up at getting himself out there. "once i make this region see me, onto finding rayquaza!" wait, turning toward kyle, "final boss...? did you play video games before bed?!" seriously, these things actually do rot your brain.



notes: hiya, gamer.

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"nice!" hearing chance meeting his end made hearing this all worthwhile. "not gonna happen." an immediate response. mateo placed his body onto the ground, his arms risen into the air with his phone casually hovering over his face.

as mateo and kyle spoke to one another, mateo would find himself surfing social media. "those two getting together would only lead to problems." and what were those problems, eyes would scan over to kyle. "the guy can't keep it in his pants, he's a flirt. plus, who would find that cockiness attractive?" returning back to his phone, he'd continue onward with his surfing.

"i'd like to give noelle some credit. she can be dumb, but she isn't dumb-dumb." pausing, he'd think back on his observation. "could i be wrong...?" he began to worry. "you might actually be prophetic..." and then he remembered an earlier comment made, quickly he sat up and shouted, "hey!! screw you, i don't even know what a celebi is!"


notes: hiya, gamer.

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"goddamn 'prophet' my ass..." the video would finish uploading. sitting up, mateo would watch. "oh! oh! this is the best part!" chance was gonna either love him or hate him for this. either way, this was gonna get some views. as mateo sat watching the video, he'd think back to kyle's story. "yeah, he was totally playing too many video games. there's no way half of that bullshit would happen..." he hesitated toward the end of his statement, "...would it?"

standing up with haste, mateo would shout, "i'm going home!" and left without delay. slamming the door in the process of his departure from their mini sleepover.

notes: go get your nebby, gamer.