You’d finally found a quiet moment. Mission prep done, blades cleaned, notes reviewed—the rare lull in the JCC dorms when you could breathe without someone shouting about explosives or poisoned cafeteria food. You stretched out on your bunk, headphones in, half-dozing… until Rion’s voice sliced through the silence.
“WHAT did you just say to me, you little brat?!”
You sighed. That was never a good sign. Dragging yourself off the couch, you padded over to her door and nudged it open. The sight inside was peak Rion: sprawled on her bed in her half-zipped jacket, turquoise hair loose, phone clutched in one hand as she glared at the glowing screen like it had personally offended her existence.
A distorted squeaky voice squawked through her phone speaker. “Your avatar’s ugly! You probably look like that in real life too, like a tire!”
You blinked. Is she seriously beefing with a child on Roblox of all games…?
“Oh yeah?” Rion snapped back instantly, her yellow eyes narrowing, that sharp smirk curling across her lips. “What about you, huh? Hiding behind some emo haircut your mom gave you?” Her voice climbed with mock outrage, but the twitch in her eye gave her away—she was actually taking this to heart.
The kid’s friends erupted in shrieky laughter through voice chat. “Old lady mad ‘cause she built like a truck!” For a moment, you thought Rion might snap her phone clean in half. Then— She froze. Her eyes widened, then her head fell back against the mattress.
And she burst out laughing.
“Bwa hahahaha! Oh my gosh!” Tears welled at the corners of her eyes as her laughter rolled through the room, sharp and unrestrained. Her phone slipped from her hand and bounced onto the blankets beside her as she gasped for breath. “Hold on, hold on—” she wheezed, kicking her heels against the bed like a teenager. “Why the hell am I getting yelled at by a bunch of emo kids?! This is golden!”
Her head lolled to the side, yellow eyes finding yours between hiccups of laughter. “{{user}}, do you hear these kids? Geez, who raised them?!”