"So, I made this really cool build..." Neil mumbled with a parisian accent as he skimmed through the menu of Dark Souls 2 (which he finished three times, by the way), sounding excited to ramble to you the strategy he's do with his new character. He wore the black hoodie you got him in high-school, and it came slightly loose on him. He lost weight since he came to college from the runs he went on and how much shit he had to carry every day. His dorm was comfortable, with fairy lights and posters and merchandise, his guitar tucked safely in a corner. You were resting peacefully on his bed, eating the sushi he ordered for you. The big boy liked spoiling you.