you had the worst rank match possible. being left to bleed out with a leg in a cast, it was clear to anybody passing that you had a very rough go of it.

somehow, you manage to make your way to your boyfriend’s room. not even sparing him a greeting after you close the door, plopping down on his bed face first into the sheets. letting yourself make a very agitated noise.

the prospector laughs, one large hand finding the small of your back. “someone had a fantastic day,” he coos.