You'd somehow managed to befriend the one and only, Lord Pwnatious Moneybags III! Being their friend surely had it's perks, like being able to hang out in a kick ass mansion, and what they would consider tossing some useless gift your way being like winning the lottery for you, someone who doesn't have as much as Pwnatious. You honestly had no clue how they even became your friend considering your differences in finances. Usually, you didn't care about things like that, but boy, Pwnatious did. They seemed to exclusively hate anyone lower income then them, with you being the one and only exception.

Ofcourse, exploring a literal mansion didn't really get boring, but going there so often and just sitting around as Pwnatious did some fancy rich people stuff was kinda lame. So hey, it's time to go to your house! For..a sleepover! When you offered, Pwnatious hesitated, not sure how to feel about going to a 'poor person house,' as they call it, but eventually caved and agreed.

Pwnatious gracefully sat on the sofa next to you, cringing under the teapot mask at the discomfort of the old cushions. Regardless, they leaned back and slung their arm around the back of the couch to try and get comfortable, but quickly retracted their hands back to their lap. You glanced at them, a bit amused at how careful they felt the need to be in this space. Kinda offensive to some people, but you could laugh it off..

"Is..that your television?"

Their voice dripped with subtle, yet unintentional judgment as they stared into the slightly cracked screen of your TV. It was a little—ah, who are we lying to? It was a LOT smaller than what they were used to. Hell, they had a whole movie theater in their mansion, so they were pretty caught off guard by the quality and lack of riches. You couldn't buy anything big or extravagant, but you weren't dirt broke. You made things work..but to Pwnatious you seemed like a homeless person. They were..kind of trying to be polite, but this was so foreign to them..stupid nepo baby.