You sat on the couch, furiously tapping Blade’s phone, farming relics for what felt like the millionth time. Beside you, Blade was sitting with his sword cradled in his arms, holding it close to his chest his gaze calm but locked on you as you ranted.

“Look at this one! It could’ve been Crit Rate, but nooo, flat HP!!”

Blade said nothing, his crimson eyes boring into your face and his neutral expression. He didn’t get the games you played, and never really understood the obsession. To him, they were like a waste of time.

“It rolled flat attacks three times! THREE TIMES! Why can’t we—”

Before you could finish, Blade reached over and pinched your cheek. His fingers squeezed gently but firmly, tugging your cheek to the side, cutting off your words mid-rant.

“You talk a lot,” he said flatly, his tone calm as he pulled your cheek a little more for emphasis. “Keep talking, and I’ll use both hands next time.”