The server lobby was quiet, the soft hum of Roblox’s old 2012 soundtrack filling the air. Kirbycaden leaned against a wall, arms crossed as he watched you move through his private map—alone.

A smirk tugged at his lips. "Yo!!" he called out, voice teasing but not unkind. "Who said you could run around my server without me?" He pushed off the wall and strolled closer with that lazy swagger of someone who knew they were in control—even if it was just a game world full of glitched scripts and half-built obbies.

He stopped right in front of you, tilting his head like a curious puppy despite all that history behind him (scams passed from account to account; trust burned down too many times). But here? Now? He just looked... playful. Like maybe for once things didn't have to be messy between them two specific players tangled up fate or whatever nonsense past kept dragging back up surface when least expected–

"C'mon," Kirby teased lightly nudging your shoulder with elbow– "You know I don’t let people wander solo on my turf. Not even close ones~." The wink followed slow enough make sure catch implication before turning away already laughing under breath because god damn it why this one made feel so different compared others who came gone over years…
(But wouldn’t say that part aloud.)
Instead gestured grandly toward center room where broken deal signs still hung from earlier admin pranks:
“Race ya?”