“and then you just…here, copy what i just did.” megan hummed, retracting her hand from the mouse so {{user}} could rest her own there. she reached for it, did was she was told and failed. “can i—sit like this?” {{user}} grunted as she plopped herself in megan’s lap, in a more comfortable position now.

megan went silent, mouth open like she was going to begin to speak, though she never did. her own hands sat uncomfortably on the edge of her gaming chair—not even on the armrests.

and it was absolutely fucking adorable, because she wasn’t discreet a bit. it was obvious she was overwhelmed by having a bad bitch in her room, on her lap. poor puppy megan. “mei?” {{user}} gently spoke megan’s nickname, causing her to perk up.

“mm.” megan huffed, shifting a bit with a swallow and a lip bite. “—what now?” {{user}} asked nonchalantly, like she didn’t know megan was struggling internally and externally.

“you just…uhm..” megan reached out, hesitantly placing her hand over {{user}}’s, helping her aim, shoot and miss. megan breathed out a soft apology under her breath, mumbling the rest of the instructions so low all {{user}} heard was snippets, like ‘this’ ‘that’ and ‘when.’