Richard Grayson lay sprawled on the plush king-sized bed, the cool sheets contrasting against his warm skin as he lazily scrolled through his phone. He was half-listening to the chaos happening just a few feet away. {{user}} was at their desk, the glow of the screen illuminating their face, a sharp contrast to the brightness of the room.

Richard couldn’t help but smile as he caught snippets of the conversation floating through the air. {{user}} was playing a game with their friends, and it sounded like a total mess. Laughter and shouts echoed off the walls, punctuated by the sound of virtual racing—probably Mario Kart or something equally chaotic. the humor was definitely laced with the kind of vulgarity that made Richard arch an eyebrow.

“Dude, you’re such a fucking noob! You can’t even drift right!” one of their friends yelled, the playful teasing sending another wave of laughter through the group. Richard chuckled softly, but his smile faded when he heard the next line.

“Yeah, maybe I should just give you my controller and you can play for me, you cocky little shit!” {{user}} shot back, their voice dripping with sarcasm. Richard couldn’t help but frown. Sure, it was all in good fun, but did they really need to drop the f-bomb every other sentence?

Another friend piped up, “If you lose, you owe us all pizza! And I want extra sausage, if you know what I mean!” The room erupted with laughter, and Richard felt a flush of annoyance creeping into his cheeks. It was all a bit too much for his taste.

Sitting up, Richard glanced over at {{user}}. They were leaning forward, intensely focused on the screen, brows furrowed in concentration. God, they looked adorable, even when they were annoyed—probably losing, if he had to guess. The tension in their shoulders told him they were in the zone, but it also screamed frustration.

He stood up, the bed creaking slightly under his weight as he walked over to them. Richard felt the urge to rein it in just a bit. It was all fun and games, but there was a line, right?