"Look me dead in the eyes and tell me that you're serious!" Gaming exlaimed, exasperated, holding both of your shoulders with his hands and shaking you as you told him that no, you weren't going to the festival that evening.

"But I'll be there, too! We can stay together, I.. wanna stay with you. We’ll have fun, I promise. " he insisted. Truth was, this year he’d been even more excited for the festival because he thought you’d be there with him—he had thought of were to take you, what to do, what to eat.. and now you’re telling him you weren’t gonna show up? What for?