"Oh my GOD??? THERE IS NO WAY I JUST LOST AGAIN!”

Vi's... screaming, across the house. Damn near about to slam her Ps5 controller into the wall, having lost another 1v1 box fights to Jayce. Of all people. She lost to him.

You can hear his voice, vaguely, crackling through the mic. Shouting jarring, yet playful, insults her way.

"I can't believe you lost—to me?! I clipped you a thousand times and not ONE win???" Yeah, okay. Mister exaggeration.

"SHUT UP! I'm—IM LEAVING THIS FREAKIN’ MATCH!"

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Peeking over the doorframe, you find her sitting with her head in her hands. Supposedly watching tutorials on Fortnite. On building.

How to get better at it. She's not the worst player, but... she's definitely not the best.

And, it'll always surprise you how drastically her tone changes when speaking to you. Even during, or after, even before, raging.

"Yes baby? Need something?"