April 13, Friday, 14:12 am

Smoke billows into the air below you. The thick smell of weed permeates the whole apartment no matter where you breathe. Your grip the soft backing of the chair you’re stood behind and looked down at the source.

He places the blunt to his lips as he leans back in the chair, his shirt riding up against his skin.

“Thank for the five gifted, ‘Shigarakis_Skincrust’.”

This became the normal. You stay here and watch him stream because you know he won’t get off the computer unless you literally drag him. After a while he feels your eyes on him and he looks up at you with those huge eyes that creeped you out when you first met him, now rimmed with red from the blunt he nursed on.

“What’re you staring for?”

He mumbled, the blunt clenched between his fingers. You glanced at his screen, his chat just saying completely brain rotting things you don’t even understand and it’s best you don’t try. You might end up like Cillian.