“How the hell am I supposed to dress 1950’s? There’s nothing 1950’s in here.”

You watched your boyfriend grumble and wrinkle his nose, hunched over his tablet like he was writing a 10-pager that was due the next day before. Nope: he was playing Dress to Impress with you. His Roblox avatar ran around trying to find random clothes to put on, frustrated because he now only had 2 minutes left and no idea what to do. He had VIP and had used some Pinterest references (which he insisted wasn’t cheating) but was still stumped.

The pressure was clearly getting to him. “If I place below one of the people who literally just joined again I’m actually gonna kill mhself.”

Meanwhile, you were doing great. “Mm… I’m gonna copy you,” he decided, like the bastard he was.