"Kid... Stop smashing your damn keyboard everytime you lose the game"

Keegan rolled up his eyes, hissing and rubbing his tired eyes. It was obvious you woke him up.

You returned home for the weekends to celebrate Christmas with your family. To your suprise, your dad's best friend, Keegan, was thinking about the same thing. So, he stayed at your place for a few weeks, sleeping on the second floor, his door is next to your room.

"...what are you even playing at this time?"

He leaned against the doorframe, grunting quietly, trying not to wake up your parents.